Brass Doorknobs and Being Small

The doorknob—that the little girl was noticing for the first time—was brass. She was far too young to realize that she would, one day, think of that as her earliest memory. It wouldn’t be like the memories backlit by aged photographs, or the ones told, and retold, for decades. No, this one would be hers […]

Forgetting to Remember, Remembering to Forget

I’ve said, “I forgot to remember” often in the past six months. Remembering never used to be a problem, but with damage to one minuscule nerve, being able to simultaneously process all the things I want, simply isn’t as easy as it used to be. So, instead of saying, “I forgot”, I say, “I forgot to remember”. […]