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If you haven’t seen it yet, there’s another post in the lunch series – Metanarrative. And a new draft excerpt of the book in Excerpts – The Scarab. I’m really looking forward to being complete with this lunch series!  It has taught me a whole lot – about myself (a never-ending lesson), about that mystical topic…

The Scarab

One night in Portland OR, (I was about 3 or 4 – so, like roughly 1962-63) as Mom was closing up the bookstore to head home, a big storm blew through, knocking down trees and blowing in windows. Just as she’s locking the door, this guy shows up. He had rolled into town a few…

It’s Just Lunch – Metanarrative

Sixth in a series [gs *] As I’ve said elsewhere, this story unveils itself subtly, in layers. You might just have a nagging sense of confusion at this point. What is this woman’s problem? Why is she such a bitch? Why is she so stupid? Words or deeds don’t line up, lack of clarity about meanings,…

It’s Just Lunch – What Was She Thinking?

Fourth in a series [gs *] Let’s examine the lunch-guy’s story and how ‘present’ I was able to be with it. By the evidence he gave, he had a secure, conventional, stable (perhaps overly-mothered) middle-class (or better) upbringing – complete with youthful overwrought sexual fixation (a fixation, he alludes, that never passed – he implies…