It is unclear whether memory gaps or lapses are primarily genetic. According to web sources, deteriorating memory conditions such as...

The forest seems intent on healing me. Take today, for instance. I was walking on the trail, taking notes on Shakespeare. My latest...

After I rescued Louis, friends said I’d find a new social life at the dog park. My puppy and I would be welcomed into a community of dog...

O, we don't give a damn for the whole state of Michigan The whole state of Michigan, the whole state of Michigan We don't give a damn for...

Tension: On the Way to Robben Island by Keith A. Barker. 2013. Digital print.     The Catholic sister smiled kindly as she pushed the...

I was club hopping with my BFF, Jeannie, when I found myself, in deep trouble! This was the 1970’s and it was quite popular to go to a...

(content warning: this story includes references to domestic violence.) As a cradle Catholic, I always knew you needed your faith to do...

It’s been over a year of darkness, and I am longing for the light of a new dawn. The memories of what brought me to this place are so...

“A mother who has had a baby in the hospital should insist on keeping him with her 24 hours a day. Unwrap the baby, keep him in your bed,...

My father had moments of crystalline clarity in which he would say something that would stop me in my tracks, making me pause to catch my...

When Dad was dying the nurses bound his hands in yards of Ace bandages so he couldn’t pull out the life supports. The Buckeye Bomber, a...

How can somebody you don't know look at you with such disdain in their eyes? They couldn't put themselves in your shoes, because they...

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Ellen and I counted 13 muskrats as we walked around Lake Bennett that late February mild...

Had it not been for Covid-19 forcing everyone inside, I’m not sure my plan would have worked but looking back, I'm glad I acted on that...

Using Granny’s ancient knife -- the handle worn thin and the blade sharp as a razor -- I sliced big ruby tomatoes. Drops of red juice and...

On a cold weekday morning in late winter, I meditated imperfectly leading to a wondrous moment of play, the effects of which nestled down...

Must be birdsong or the slightest nudge of breeze kissing your naked ankles and then the soft folds of your eyelids deep inside a dream...

I calibrate three times a day. I recalibrate constantly. In the time before continuous glucose monitors, I assaulted my finger a dozen...

Memory is a strange thing. When I was 5 years old, I had surgery on the muscles behind my eyes. All I remember from the day before the...

It is a mild winter day in Buenos Aires, August of 1990, and my uncle Cacho, dark eyes convivial, is introducing me to an old friend in...