When I was about 8, my dad decided to retire and devote himself more fully to the development of his genius. He got some sort of fellowship from the state of Michigan to make this possible . . . welfare, I think it was called. As part of his grant, my dad was awarded …Certificates of genius
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Mark does not remember things the way I do. I don’t mean that we disagree about shared memories. I mean that he just doesn’t seem to have that many powerful memories of his childhood. Is that how it is if your childhood was normal and happy? I’ll give you an example. Every once in …Memory’s depth Down a small bumpy dirt road they come . . . They do not know their destination. Packed into this truck with no possessions and no supplies, they do not know what lies ahead. It is a bumpy road. It hasn’t been so very long a journey, but it has been a difficult voyage. …Tonic Immobility When I was kid, we used to play charades. All of us kids liked the chance to be the center of attention as everyone else tried to guess what we were acting out. Everybody wrote their phrase or title on little pieces of paper, folded them up, and put them in a hat. Charades …First word . . . crazy Woke this morning knowing that something was terribly wrong. Actually, I knew something was wrong while I was still in that half-sleep, half-dream stage in which you come perilously close to wetting the bed because your still sleeping mind reassures you that you are sitting on the toilet when in fact you are soooo …Vomiting on the kids |
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