The Fear of Forgetting
This is the fate I fear more than death: becoming a living ghost, present but imperceptible, existing but...
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This is the fate I fear more than death: becoming a living ghost, present but imperceptible, existing but...
Now I need eight hours of sleep and can’t ignore physical fatigue, but I also know who I...
Now I need eight hours of sleep and can’t ignore physical fatigue, but I also know who I...
“I’m becoming a ghost in my own culture.” Midlife invisibility names that slide from target to bystander—the quiet...
Now, thirteen years later, this small white line makes me smile. This is the beauty of aging—each mark...
The moment I stopped complaining about turning forty was the moment I attended a funeral for someone who...
I feel jealousy for that body’s energy and relief for this mind’s peace. This is the strange mathematics...
Now, thirteen years later, this small white line makes me smile. This is the beauty of aging—each mark...
With strangers, I’m patient and gentle. With family, I’m irritated by their slowness and frustrated by their forgetfulness....
I miss the version of myself who could write poetry without self-consciousness. The twenty-two-year-old who wrote fearless poetry...