Thomas Wictor

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What separates me from my brother Tim

I’ve written a lot about my brother Tim. He and my brother Eric are the people to whom I’m closest in the world. Tim designed the covers of all three books in the Ghosts Trilogy. Each cover was one basically “one and we’re done.” We discussed ideas for Ghosts and Ballyhoo, but after that I…

 

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Pteromerhanophobia

My name is Tom and I’m a pteromerhanophobic. Nothing has been able to cure me. That’s not really 100 percent accurate; we’ll get to that in a minute. But pteromerhanophobia is fear of flying. As a fifteen-year-old, I picked up Erika Jong’s novel Fear of Flying because I thought it would about…fear of flying. But…

 

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A glamor grill

In Venezuela Dad had a glamor grill built. Italian craftsmen made it of thick aluminum sheet and put a manufacturer’s plate on it: Piaggio, purveyors of fine scooters. That was their Old World humor at work. Dad agreed with Coco Chanel’s maxim. A grill should be two things: classy and fabulous. Actually, I made that…

 

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The reason my mother died

First, a disclaimer. This post is not an attack on the Catholic church or my maternal grandparents. Nobody intended for my mother to suffer or to be so badly damaged that it killed her eighty years later. There was no malice involved in the decisions made about where Mom would go and how she would…

 

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The Dave Test

I’ve just finished The Dave Test: A Raw Look at Real Faith in Hard Times, by Frederick W. Schmidt. Dr. Schmidt is an Episcopal priest and professor; the Dave in the title was his brother, who died of brain cancer. The book is only 153 pages long, but it punches far above its weight class….

 

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The pain of cashews and broccoli

About two weeks before Mom had her cancer surgery on April 4, 2013, she began to starve herself. I’ve written before why she did it. The law of unintended consequences bit us all in the ass: Mom, her parents, the nuns, Tim, me—everybody. Collectively, we were screwed. There’s no recourse. It happened, and it can’t…

 

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A canoe ride is worth a thousand books

Now that I’m more engaged on social media, I see lots of things that annoy me. What it boils down to is I find it distressing that so many people prefer futile gestures to actually making a difference in a real human being’s life. Most of the links I’m sent are about “teaching” others how…

 

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Beware what you wish for

I was once forced into a family dispute among people I neither knew nor liked. It started when I saw a young woman sitting on the porch of a house, waiting. The elderly man who lived there was a friend of my mother’s, so I approached and asked if there was anything wrong. My parents…

 

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Memories no longer hurt

For most of my life, memories were torture. They were like pitiless satires of my aspirations, mocking everything I’d ever attempted. All I had to do was try to sleep, and I’d be flooded with memories of disaster, horror, pain, humiliation, and failure. Around 2007 it started to change, as I realized that each catastrophe…

 

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Internet tough guys actually gutless invertebrates

Reddit.com—the self-proclaimed “front page of the Internet”—has refused my request to do an “Ask Me Anything” (AMA) on how Mike Albee and Lura Dold of Sandpiper Publicity defrauded me of $40,000 by exploiting the suicides of my parents in 2013. Though I provided all the documentation, I got the following message. Please do not use…

 

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