Tag Archives: Childhood

Milk and Honey: Chapter Two

The clarity of my first vision stands in contrast to the memories of the rest of my youth when a barrage of family and mythological heroes and villains conquered my developing mind. Time went forward and back without warning. I … Continue reading

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Sister Sport

One summer day, my mother took me to my grandparents’ place. She’d packed a small bag with some of my clothes and favourite toys. As we drove to their townhouse on the hill, I could tell that something was different … Continue reading

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Milk and Honey Chapter Three (Revised)

My grandparents were deeply in love until death stole him away one afternoon. I believe that massage was a key to their enduring affection: they took it very seriously, an assortment of massage tools occupied every room of their small … Continue reading

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Milk and Honey Chapter Two (Revised)

The clarity of my first vision stands in contrast to the memories of the rest of my youth when a barrage of family and mythological heroes and villains conquered my developing mind. Time went forward and back without warning. I … Continue reading

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First Visions (Milk and Honey Revised First Chapter)

There are memories before Luc. My genesis was met with a remote future possibility: Doctor Hames found a loose knot in my umbilical chord when she delivered me. She christened me the miracle child. Many visions remain: I carried them … Continue reading

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Blessed Imagination… and Michael Jackson

Throughout my childhood, I lived almost exclusively in my imagination—especially at night. I loved the moment when day finally succumbed to night, as the darkness provided the occasion for my imagined world to fully bloom. During the daytime, I missed … Continue reading

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Between Memory and Dream

All of the memories I’ve recorded thus far are conventional remembrances. But there are also visions poking around in the back of my mind which are cut from an entirely different sort of fabric. These memories, detached from tangible reality, … Continue reading

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