Category Archives: Chapter 8

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Early Spring, another fat envelope from LA, another of what Mike called “Venice Stories”. OUR DOG HAS MORE FRIENDS THAN WE DO “Go get it, Buff. Come on boy, you’ve got it! OK, now bring it back!” April … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! My therapist returned from her August vacation just in time to save me from complete collapse before I started classes again my second year at B.U. As usual, we did not discuss her time off. I so wanted … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! A fat envelope awaited me on my return, postmarked “Los Angeles”. Inside, I found a sheaf of onion-skin secured with a paper clip. The attached card read in it’s entirety, “Janie – I’m writing stories now, not poems. … Continue reading →

!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Over the next three months, I had no time to dream about the future, or worry over the past. I spent many days at the CDU endlessly viewing and re-viewing tapes of the 12 mother-infant pairs as they … Continue reading →