When the Past Returns Uninvited: Why Remembering Isn’t the Same as Remaining
There are moments when the past returns without being invited. A song.The smell of rain on warm pavement.A particular kind of afternoon light.A voice remembered so clearly that for a second the years between seem unreasonable. Memory does that. It does…
What Cancer and Aging Taught Me About the Man in the Mirror
For the past few years, I have not particularly enjoyed the mirror. Every morning there it was waiting for me while I shaved, offering an unrequested inventory. Wrinkles. Worry lines, aptly named. Gray in the beard. Less hair, although I have taken…