Dears, What are my dreams trying to tell me? I’ve had nightmares since I was kid, a young kid. More nights than not. So here’s last night’s episode: Allan called me to say that he’d given me a bracelet and I could go to the jewelry store and get it. I arrive at the store…
Category: Brain in a Jar
The Internet is Making Me Forget
Dears, Whether you fear Alzheimer’s disease, or not, there simply is too much to remember these days. I’m so bombarded with celebrity baby bumps and revolutionary diets, on top of the very real and terrifying news of diseases and death, that I can’t think straight. Add these daily doses of fluff and fury to my…
The Heart of the (Grey) Matter
Dears, For weeks now, I’ve been thinking about the next phase of my jarred life. The brain motif perfectly captured my grandfather and father’s battle with Alzheimer’s disease. Heck, it wasn’t even a symbol. It was real. Dad kept grand-dad’s brain in a jar. But I am me, not he. And I am moving into…
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