Doña Quixote, aka My Dementia, Materializes under the Rafters of Our Back Stoep

Doña Quixote has been a shady presence in my life even before my diagnosis of cerebral microvascular disease 5 years ago. In those days she did not have a name. Nevertheless I knew her as a memory-sucking fiend that often emptied out my head while I was teaching, snatching away the name of a book […]

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