Image credit: “Massacre in Korea” by Pablo Picasso, 1951 Dementia can go like this: In a blog entry over a year ago, I introduced you to Edith Buchsteiner Schmidt, whom I have never met, but with whom I have a complicated link of non-blood relationships, the fellowship of being a first-generation immigrant mother, and the bond […]
Over Memorial Day weekend, a temporary crown I’ve had for six weeks on my top right tooth, right at the end of my smile, gave way during an ill-considered overly-thorough flossing. I forgot to not floss up and down next to the crown. My regrettable zeal came just a week too soon–the cap supposed to […]
Over the 7 years of retirement since my dementia diagnosis, I have gradually realized that direct activism has become a thing of the past for me. Every now and then I get so mad, though, that I have to participate, for example, in the rally protesting the LDS church making apostates of the children of […]
The idea of the Ouroboros, or tail-eating serpent, first lodged in my mind during an organic chemistry class when I was 18 and in my second year at the University of Pretoria. By then I had already met Peter and we had moved from being “just friends” to “going steady.” We were in class together […]
I have been lucky enough to accumulate four strings of pearls in my lifetime. Last week, I lost them all. Above, wearing my first pearls on my 28th birthday in 1977, when Marissa was 6 months old. Peter gave me bunches of flowers, wrapped in newspaper those days. My first pearls were from Japan, which […]
The day before my eyelid surgery, my unparalleled agent, Kate Garrick of the Karpfinger Agency, sent me an e-mail titled, “You inspired a dance work!!” Kate elaborated that Stephanie Nelson, choreographer and artistic director of a contemporary New York City-based performance ensemble called the Stefanie Nelson Dancegroup, created an evening-length contemporary dance work partly influenced by Memory’s […]