Let’s make sure we bring Kleenex, I say to Dad as we prepare for choir practice. “Why?” he asks. Because you’re going to cry. “How do you know?” he asks. Because you always do, I say. When we started singing in the Latvian seniors’ choir, Dad would laugh and tell me there’s no way I … Continue reading Thursdays with Dad
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1/ My journey to the World Congress on Brain Injury
Three of us entered the therapist’s office that Monday morning: me, my brain-injured self and my pre-injury über-me. I guess it’s obvious from the words I’m using who was on top that day. Also, that we weren’t a coherent whole. When the session started, Dr. Bicycle could barely keep up with us. “I’d been thinking … Continue reading 1/ My journey to the World Congress on Brain Injury
What love’s got to do with it
Let me describe her before she’s gone. Because I have a feeling she’ll go. That, or I’ll learn to live with her in a way that I barely notice her presence anymore. Call it my new normal. For brief moments, I already feel like she’s gone. After a nap. After a good night’s sleep. It’s … Continue reading What love’s got to do with it
Postcards from my brain 