Falling out of Your Class in America

I used to say to my ex husband that I could talk to absolutely anyone because of the places I have been. For instance, I used to randomly and idly talk to men hanging out on street corners by Grand Central Station in New York CIty, and the like. I always talked to foreign cab … Continue reading Falling out of Your Class in America

figuring out my life tonight

...and its about romance and marriage and when and where the two collide and when and where they don't. I realized today that all my life I was in a thrall of a romance not even knowing it. It was hidden inside another mainstream college romance that everybody knew about that failed badly, partly because … Continue reading figuring out my life tonight

more on state hospital

Ian, Today I am breaking through to a new level. I am recalling Magdalena. A woman at the state hospital, she was pure blonde, talked to herself all day long under her breath.  She said she had a husband floating around somewhere in Germany.  Or, she was from Germany.  I cant remember.   She was a … Continue reading more on state hospital

At The State Hospital

I have talked about Mark at the state hospital; I have talked about David at the State hospital. I never explained that they were friends. Also, significantly, that the girlfriend that had him in a thrall from high school that he blamed for his Illness and was probably the cause for his seducing women and … Continue reading At The State Hospital

Psych Diagnosis, Contd.; 2

Routinely showering at night instead of during the day, which was onerous. Today I am on an incontinence day because of the continuous lower GI issue; for 2 1/2 years it has been in abeyance with the daily use of Miralax, truly a miracle after a decade and a half of sick, serious lower GI … Continue reading Psych Diagnosis, Contd.; 2

the Advocate

So, at Harvard things were upside down. I finally found my place with other smokers on the undergraduate literary magazine, The Harvard Advocate. I met a man there who rocked my socks. He brought to mind the high school English teacher. Mr. Gould (now decesased) at Kent School, with whom I had been completely obsessed … Continue reading the Advocate