The book One Hundred Years of Solitude describes a town that suffers from a plague of forgetfulness. People start forgetting everything, like it’s contagious. And it is certainly very scary. One man starts putting notes on everything so that he doesn’t forget. “This is a table… a lamp… a door.” He goes into the town … Continue reading Resisting the plague of forgetfulness
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Butter tarts on a tombstone
Recently I visited my dad’s tombstone with my son Ben. The last dessert I had with my dad before he died was butter tarts. So we brought one for Ben, one for me, and one for my dad. As we sat there snacking (we placed the one for him on the top of his tombstone), … Continue reading Butter tarts on a tombstone
