What can you dredge up through the neural soup of your mind and qualify as your earliest memory? Mine comes from a time when I was three or four, and it’s of our housekeeper extinguishing a lit match in her…
What can you dredge up through the neural soup of your mind and qualify as your earliest memory? Mine comes from a time when I was three or four, and it’s of our housekeeper extinguishing a lit match in her…
We train ourselves to think of the momentous occasions as the ones to memorialize: birthdays, graduations, anniversaries. By viewing life as a series of bridges between islands we deny ourselves the reality that life is every small step, every moment…