Dear Readers, Reluctantly, I retrieved the Sunday New York Times from the front porch this morning. Since Beau died I haven’t much felt like watching television, reading books or the newspapers. I mostly just like to sit in silence and look out my front window—a bit like an Alzheimer’s disease patient myself. I let my…
Category: Brain in a Jar
Bodyless Horseman of the Apocalypse
Dear Dreamy Readers, Growing up with a neurologist can really mess with your head. Especially if he’s got a brain in a jar at work, and spinal columns hanging from IV stands at home. Unphased by it all, I used to hang out in his den and read everything from the Merck Manual to Pediatric…
Oops, I Did It Again
Dear Memory Preservers, I had a very good and long laugh at myself this morning. The kind of laugh that nearly turned into hysterics. As you know (although new readers may not), my father Beau became a neurologist after watching his father’s demise from Alzheimer’s disease. Beau then kept his father’s brain in a jar…
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