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June 11, 2005
Story Shell Game
As I drive into work every Saturday evening I enjoy listening to Prarie Home Companion. That evening’s drive is always total enjoyment. The reason why has finally filtered into my conscious brain: it reminds me of the times when my extended family would get together and settle down into serious, marathon story swapping. I loved being a fly on the wall and listening. There was warmth during those sessions, warmth and laughing and connection.
I have none of that for my children. My life feels cold and sterile to me. I don't know where my stories are. How do I pull them out? Do I want to? Should I trust the huge holes in my memory and just let them be? I have a lot to think about once school is over; a lot to sort out. School has pulled my cranium out of my okole, and that is a subject for an entire new entry.
Posted by swift at June 11, 2005 6:26 AM