I mean there are invisible… presences… around us. Always. I mean whether or not they’re the souls of the dead, I don’t know, but… You know when you’re a medium you just are attuned to some sort of… vibe.
So I was getting close to sixty two, and I went online to look at my social security benefit. It said five hundred and fifty dollars. Fern, I had worked my whole life. I’d worked since I was twelve years old, raised two daughters. I couldn’t believe it.
The way it works is, you do the thing you’re scared shitless of, and you get the courage AFTER you do it…
It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
Look, everything we’re putting into that box becomes ungrounded, and I don’t mean grounded like to the earth, I mean, not tethered. I mean, we’re blocking whatever keeps it moving forward and so they flip-flop. Inside the box it’s like a street, both ends are cul-de-sacs.
And it was small stuff, stupid stuff, and big stuff. All the furniture in our house, it was his taste. I didn’t even know what my taste was anymore because I had never been asked to use it. I didn’t even pick our apartment. I just moved into his.
It was weird to me how, then, Teddy could care so much about his father, who practically tried to kill him. And I couldn’t give a shit about my old man, and he hadn’t laid a hand on me since I was three And that was for eating the bleach under the sink.