Lady in Waiting

Dears, I can’t wait. There’s no more to that sentence. It’s a statement. I am incapable of waiting. Oh sure, I do it all the time. In fact, I’ve been doing it all my life. Right now I am waiting for the next thing. But I don’t know what it is, which is even worse…

ApoE + LDL = AD? (And what about the RNC?)

Dear Fellow Dumb-Dumbs and Dilettantes, Beau and I watched the Kentucky Derby together (along with the Preakness and Belmont Stakes) throughout my childhood. When I was 17—–the year Gato del Sol was running for the roses—–I asked Beau to explain the horse-racing odds to me. “What is the different between 8-3 and 3-8?” I said….

Beau’s Legs at the Beach

Dear Readers, Call me crazy, maybe. But Beau’s legs were at the beach with us in Maine. “Oh, Gal,” you’re probably saying, “those could have been anyone’s dad’s legs.” No, I tell you. NO! My dad had very distinct legs. I’d know them anywhere. Oh-so white. Oh-so long and slender. Oh-such quirky gargantuan knees. Plus,…

In Praise of Napping

Dear Sleepyheads, Not only was my father Gator Man, but he also was King of the Nap. Beau could nap anywhere anytime. Even sometimes while driving a car–which terrified the heck out of us kids, and got us driving at a very early age. In fact, I drove long portions of trips to Virginia when…

It’s not Alzheimer’s, it’s pop culture overload

Dear Everyone, I find this comforting. Maybe much of my memory is wrapped up in song lyrics. My hard-drive is just full. Love, Muskrat Susie (and with lyrics like those taking up space in my head, no wonder it’s hard to remember where I put the car keys.)

Look Who’s Reading Now

Dear Readers, You span the globe. Thousands in the United States. Hundreds in Singapore and Canada. Lots in Israel and the UK and India. Many in my birth country of the Philippines! Smatterings across South America and Asia and Australia and Africa. Wow. Stick with me friends. Because my father’s memory is re-energizing me for…

Light in (actually just before) August

Dear Luminescent Readers, Out of the blue today, I received these pictures from someone who has been a dear friend since our days in South Korea. We have remained close (at least in mind if not location) over the past 2 decades–weathering life and death storms via letters and emails. In person, way back in…

Surprised by Joy

Dear Readers, I’ve discovered the best antidote to grief. A wedding. Last night two of my best friends, Jill and Mattison, got married at the Lake House in Grand Isle Vermont. Their ceremony was as sweet and tender as they are. The dinner was as elegant and warm as they are. And the dancing was…

Weird, Little Thingys

Dear Readers, This morning, as I wandered into the little coffee shop at UVM, I took notice of a cute, little, brand-new power-bar thingy at the register. It had oats and nuts and dried fruit and had appealing packaging. “Oh, I love that!” I said. “Beau would love that! I’ll get him one.” Uh. Oh….

Children of the Occupation, and Alzheimer’s

Dearest Readers, My cousin Nancy Dunlap Bercaw was here this last weekend and we spent a great deal of time talking about our families. She noted that our parents and some of us cousins were Children of the Occupation. My dad was born in Manila. I was born nearby at Clark Air Base. That Nancy…