My Narrative Begins Here ➡️🌍️

“All narrative begins for me as listening. When I read, I listen. When I write, I listen—for silence, inflection, rhythm, rest.” _Toni Morrison In Santa Fe Sky 2007 The silence will be for when I’m thinking and thinking too much and leaving an opening for the gypsy lady on Bleeker Street to use me for an example to my Upward Bound Students on how to extract 15 dollars from a soul doing too much thinking. It was in her cards. Christ Episcopal church, Binghamton, New York Inflection on the day the Episcopalian priest bounded down our front porch steps without saying he’ll see me in church come Sunday.“Sorry Mrs. Geder, I can not help you any more.”Mom and me got to figure things out without christ. Mrs. Shenton, an evil wind from Wilmington, Delaware and a bitch 8th grade history teacher for the Binghamton, New York school district, called me to the front of the class to inform me and my classmates that I, George Geder, was a nobody from nowhere and that I was from American chattel…