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…

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….

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…