Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

Bethany: Part XI   Things didn’t play out the usual way after our clinch – Bethany and I didn’t go on to become one of those 24/7 couples, never more than a foot away from each other, who clotted the … Continue reading →

She Walks on Glass   A spotlight appears around Brooke Shields, who is dressed in mock-Arab style, with a jeweled halter and a long sequined skirt, gold bracelets on her wrists and arms. The spotlight widens to show a large … Continue reading →

Bethany: Part X I realized then that among the many things I didn’t know about Bethany was exactly where she lived. Last year, I’d roamed the amoeba shaped maze that was Fox Chapel with Heather many nights in many states … Continue reading →

Stace "I used to just sit there in my room, staring at myself in the mirror. I’d think my hair will be perfect even if my clothes aren’t. I’d look so long sometimes that I’d start to feel like I … Continue reading →

Bethany – Part Nine   Another part of that same process of enlightenment was the long overdue realization that conversation involved both talking and listening, and if I wanted to get to know a girl I wasn’t going to accomplish … Continue reading →

Bethany: Part Eight Unlike the denizens of Archie comics, we at Pitt Prep didn’t have a Pop’s Chocklit Shop to go to. What we did have was Friendly’s, just another cookie cutter chain restaurant with laminated menus and other people’s … Continue reading →

Bethany, Part VIII   "Yeah, I mean, I can’t act the way I’ve acted and expect Pitt Prep to pat me on the back for it, can I? Why should the administration let me stand up there and say anything … Continue reading →

Bethany: Part VI   It wasn’t really enlightenment in the traditional Buddhist sense of the word – remembering my past lives – but more like somehow remembering my future life, a timeless instant when I achieved a kind of perspective … Continue reading →

Bethany: Part V   And what I wanted from Bethany was simple (no, ease your dirty mind, it wasn’t that, sorry to say, that part comes later) – I wanted to compose and recite the class ode at graduation. You … Continue reading →

Bethany: Part IV   I admit I had a problem in high school – I didn’t know my place, despite numerous attempts by various authority figures and jocks to point it out to me. But for whatever reason I just … Continue reading →