Lazarus’ Kitten

Dears, Six months ago, at the Best Western in Naples, I was awoken by a call from Nora at six a.m. My father was dead. The date was April 2, 2012. In the hours and days that followed, we kept busy by eating at Hooters and planning the best memorial service ever. I didn’t know…

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Dears, Fall has arrived in Vermont. My hair is straight from the lack of humidity. The leaves covering our lawn are crunchy and colorful. Last year about this time, I gathered up a vibrant selection of Fall leaves, laminated them, and sent them to Beau. They were passed around the residents of Juniper Memory Care…

All Tomorrow’s Parties

Dears, Tomorrow I am speaking FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER on the processs of writing Brain in a Jar. I’ve spoken about my dad and I’ve spoken about Alzheimer’s and I’ve read from the BIAJ manuscript. But I have yet to tell people how my grandfather’s atrophied brain in a jar sparked a story, then…