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When Memories Become Ghosts of the Past

When Memories Become Ghosts of the Past

Some days, memory ambushes me without warning. I will be standing in the kitchen, reaching for a cup, and something, a slant of morning light, the smell of salt air drifting in from the coast,… 

When Memories Become Ghosts of the Past

When Memories Become Ghosts of the Past

Some days, memory ambushes me without warning. I will be standing in the kitchen, reaching for a cup, and something, a slant of morning light, the smell of salt air drifting in from the coast,… 

The Country Called Normal

The Country Called Normal

Do something difficult. Close your eyes and go back to before. Not last week. Not last year. Before that. Go back to when you woke up in the morning and didn’t think about your inventory.… 

The In-Between Days

The In-Between Days

Dave, Some days announce themselves as battles. Others slip into your life with just enough symptom to remind you that your disease is always working, but not enough to knock you down. For lack of… 

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