The curtains were now opened in the upstairs bedroom facing the garden, always Grandmother’s bedroom to me, but in reality Freud’s bedroom until he died, and Anna Freud’s bedroom when she became ill towards the very end of her life and where she died.
Visiting as a teenager, I responded to the light in this large airy room, the painting o(...)
At 11 am on 11-11-11, I will be celebrating a Surgery Rite of Passage. I would be honored if you would say a little prayer, send up a voice, offer a blessing, positive energy, invoke Angels, Animal Spirits, chants—whatever feels right. This is the second in a series of surgeries based on the reconstructive facial, eye, nasal and sinus damage i(...)
Because so much land is private or government owned property, I am often involved in trespassing. Furthermore, national and state salvage and recovery laws, which cover removing most, if not all, los(...)
Sometimes, you shifted weight from one foot to the other for ages before Grandmother and Anna Freud’s cook/housekeeper, Paula, came to answer the door. If you walked into the dining room, it was for a particular purpose. You didn’t walk upstairs unle(...)
