Tag: memory

Ravioli Dreams of Nonna

Mostly, I remember that Nonna couldn’t speak–Italian or English. Her vocal chords were irreversibly damaged as a young child. Yet the spoken word wasn’t necessary for her to be understood and endeared.

Still Window Shopping

She strolled the congested streets of her cluttered memory.

Working Memory: Swing ropes, bad.

I was eleven when it happened. I do remember that. The last day I rode a tree swing. Trees lined the property up the hill near our house. A thick, braided rope swing was fastened to the highest limb of the highest tree. The swing rope was a popular activity

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