Memory

It’s Saturday morning and I have come downstairs to begin an essay, but no luck. Between the top of the stairs and the bottom I forgot what I was going to write about. It’s like that these days: my memory eludes me. Deb tells me that my memory problems can be attributed to brain damage done by the seizure I experienced earlier this year. When I write to my neurologist to ask whether my brain…
Read More


More About Memory

It’s Saturday morning and I have come downstairs to begin an essay, but no luck. Between the top of the stairs and the bottom I forgot what I was going to write about. It’s like that these days: my memory eludes me. Deb tells me that my memory problems can be attributed to brain damage done by the seizure I experienced earlier this year. When I write to my neurologist to ask whether my brain…
Read More