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I recall when my father was having memory/cognition problems and we took him to have an evaluation. The doctor first asked him some simple questions: What day is today? What…
I grew up in a big city (Philadelphia) and spent most of my life as an urban dweller. And, for the most part, I enjoyed the city life, even with…
A brief encounter The racoons came again last night. I wasn’t happy about it. I was in bed reading when I first heard them—didn’t recognize the sound at first. It’s…
and how to stop him We’ve all read the endless analyses of Trump’s psyche: sociopath, narcissist, grifter, degenerate, clown. And all are accurate. But I believe the one descriptor that…
and other places Today I am limping around the house. I’ve got deep gashes on both my legs that don’t want to heal up. How did I get these ugly…
Some days I can’t get out of my own way, if you know what I mean. And then I end up sitting around, doom-scrolling, staring out the window, thinking self-defeating…
From the moment I first discovered I could read the “Dick and Jane” books my mother had previously read to me, by myself, I was in love with reading and…
I know it’s just a game and in the bigger picture, not that important. But maybe that’s why I love it so much. Baseball makes me forget about all the…
My mother was not a good cook. Judging by the final products, I don’t think she liked preparing food or cared much about either taste or presentation. I remember sad-looking…
I’m wondering this morning how much more this country can take under the Trump regime before there is an implosion or explosion. Every day it gets worse. Yesterday, at the…
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