The Healing Magic of Baseball
In that favorite summer of my memory, Mom is perched on the edge of the rickety folding chair in box seats that the team manager reserved for us.
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Join NOW!In that favorite summer of my memory, Mom is perched on the edge of the rickety folding chair in box seats that the team manager reserved for us.
...moreThe literature of Alzheimer’s is a cavern unexplored, but Stefan Merrill Block does his best for the New Yorker: Nearly every novel I’ve read that attempts to depict the internal experience of Alzheimer’s also attempts to fit the disease’s retrogenic symptoms to one sort of sentimental trope: a reckoning with a repressed or unacknowledged truth […]
...moreOnce a bright and talented writer and professor, my mother now can no longer write. She tries, but she can’t spell her name, or mine, and letters run off the page. I am humbled by how quickly time passes and how roles change. Frightened, too. Where will we both be in another fifteen years?
...moreTomorrow, we’ve been told, will be another day as well. Richard Nixon as art critic. Christophe Gilbert’s photo-manipulations are pretty rad indeed. Can doctors use your eyes to determine if you have Alzheimer’s? (spoiler alert: maybe!) GerryCanavan takes this moment to point us to a fascinating Zizek article on Haiti. Meanwhile, Big Picture has a […]
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