Through the Glass, Darkly

Dear Bespectacled and Not-Bespectacled Readers, I had a terrible nightmare last night. One that I can’t shake, and has left me weepy today. In the dream, I was some place–I know not where–and I stumbled across a jumble of my dad’s glasses. All of them were there. Glasses from when he was a young man,…

The Alzheimer’s Disease Foot-in-Mouth Awards

Dear Sensible Readers, Tonight, coinciding with the Tony Awards, I’d like to offer the nominations for the Alzheimer’s Disease Foot-in-Mouth Awards. You can decide the winners! The following are actual statements that people have said to me since my dad died. I had no answers at the time, but have since come up with some…

A Memoir of Memory

Dear Rememberers, We were both there. But you remember this thing; I remember the other thing.  Is one of us wrong and the other right? Not necessarily. I think we’re both entitled to our memory of events. Our own perspective based on where we were in the world of our heads at the time. I…