My friend Susan pointed her out. “There she is. The woman I told you about. The one with the brain injury.” Susan was pointing at an unremarkable looking woman. A bit on the skinny side, straight brown hair, sitting alone at a table, all her attention on writing in a small notebook. In my previous … Read more
I should have known better. Why did I agree? I don’t think well on my feet. I should know how to handle it by now. Why don’t I take time to think before I make a choice, before I commit myself? I’ve learnt to compensate for so many of my losses. Why is this one … Read more
Lying in bed, still a tad groggy, I glance at the clock and contemplate starting my day, and the tears well up. The thought of facing people, noise, colors is more than I can handle. The mere thought of processing all that sensory input is causing overload. Hyper-sensitized, the noise from the street starts to … Read more
Shortly after the brain bleeds, Bill told my mother of my fatigue, my need for two to three naps a day. She responded by telling him that I was always a napper. When I mentioned my issues with memory loss, she said, “That happens to everyone with age.” Did her reactions make her feel better … Read more
It’s always here. Where is it? Could they have moved it? I’m in the grocery store, searching for a particular brand of New England clam chowder, Daniel’s favorite. He specifically asked for it. I can’t find it anywhere. I contemplate other brands; there are three to choose from. I read through the list of ingredients; … Read more
