Tag Archives: Countries of Lost Things

Jam in my purse—and unsticking the novel

Rule number one, never put jam in your purse, even if you think it will come in handy for the Dramamine your son needs in order not to throw up.  When it comes down to it, would you rather have … Continue reading

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Memory as moving target

Memory is intrusive.  And I am constantly surprised by it.  Even the bad memories, perhaps especially the bad ones, are interesting.  Brain food. As you’ve read here before, I think of memory as a frequency (a channel), something we have … Continue reading

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