From the Booklet on Uneasiness: When I was fifteen I had a mysterious caller. Maybe now he'd be called a stalker. I automatically want to qualify that; I had a bit of a stalker, but then I hesitate because that makes it sound of less importance, and I don’t think that is the case. Well, except at… Continue reading From the Booklet on Uneasiness:
Tag: Teenage Years
From the Guidebook for Distress:
From the Guidebook for Distress: Ringalingaling ringalingaling... Ringalingaling ringalingaling... I'm just barely a teenager, home alone on a weeknight. The house phone is ringing; it’s the eighties after all...so I answer it, "Hello." A male voice comes onto the line, an older male, "Hi, is your father home?" "No," I say. He says, "Is your… Continue reading From the Guidebook for Distress:
A Stroke of Good Fortune 