Sunday, September 12, 2021San Juan Bautista, CA [Candid mid-day conversation in the front room as Frances tells of this morning’s coffee dream] Tim –What woke me up just before 7:00 o’clock this morning? Frances crying. Terribly crying, in her sleep, heart wrenching to hear. I was thinking, O my God, she’s having a nightmare about […]
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[November 22, 2000. I pick nine-year-old Paris up from school. As soon as we get in the car, she starts.] (Luckily, I had the tape recorder on.) P: I’m hungry I’m hungry I’m hungry.F: What do you want to eat?P: I don’t know. I’m hungry I’m hungry I’m hungry I’m hungry I’m hungry…F: Alright! We’ll
[Autobiographical incident, written 10/12/04, school period ½] I was lying on a cot full of fuzzy comfortable blankets, I was so warm and tired so I didn’t want to get up. I couldn’t ignore that annoying hand that kept coming back and poking and shaking me, nor those strange high pitch noises that the intruder