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 […]
When my opthalmologist told me that I would benefit from eyelid surgery because my droopy eyelids were obscuring a large portion of my upper visual field, one of the first things that came to mind was gratitude that there was such a thing as Medicare and that they would pay–“they” being the two different government […]
I want to point out that posting this totally unvarnished photo of myself shows that vanity is not an insurmountable obstacle in my life. What I intend with this post, is to let you know that I am going to have “cosmetic” eye-lid surgery tomorrow–the kind of “cosmetic” that Medicare, aka, you, the taxpayer!–will pay […]
My dearest Peter, Last year for my birthday, you wrote me a letter that includes this quote from The Velveteen Rabbit: “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who […]
The main pictures shows the cover of MEMORY’S LAST BREATH: FIELD NOTES ON MY DEMENTIA in its Chinese edition. As if that were not exciting enough, I got a Facebook message from a Taiwanese reader, Erin Wu: “Dear Mrs Saunders, I am Erin Wu from Taiwan. Just read the chinese translation of your great book– […]