Zounds! It’s a Control Room!

A flight deck, to be exact.We’re a little bruised and shaken from our journey through that long, scary corridor, but we made it, because we held hands, and encouraged each other, and quit stopping every few feet to read and agree with another fear-message. You...

By George, It’s a CORRIDOR

For those of you who missed yesterday’s blog, we’re exploring our inner houses. We started out in the Waiting Room. (We got damn tired of waiting and decided to break out.)And now we find ourselves in a dark corridor. A good name for it would be “The...

The Waiting Room

First, an explanation. I planned to write this entry yesterday morning, but I had a nasty case of flu. Much better today.So let’s go on with our exploration of our inner mansions.The Waiting Room. You know the place. The chairs are uncomfortable, and you have...

Many Mansions

Since adolescence, I have been fascinated by the concept of houses as symbols of inner life. I remember reading about a memory device widely used in the 18th century. People trained themselves to remember long sequences of detailed information by constructing an...

My Uncles

Two of my uncles were missing this year, from the family reunion.Uncle Jack, who was known in his youth as “Jiggs” Lael, was a well-known rodeo cowboy, Elvis-handsome. He once rode broncs at Madison Square Garden, and got to kiss Miss America. I’ve...

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