BANKING ON MEMORY
I spent the last two days trying to recall a word I don't use often but had encountered several times recently, a not uncommon word, one syllable, easy enough, but still it eludes me. I can picture the thing itself but still the word does not come forward. I realize that this kind of blocked recall happens more often now that I am into a late life decade.
Lentils. Was the word.
Shut Up, I'm Reading
I remember the first time I held a crayon. The color (blue) and the iconic Crayola wrapper fixed themselves in my memory. But that memory was only retrieved, twenty-plus years later, when my two-year-old son fisted his first crayon.Crayons gave way, under first-grade teacher’s orders, to pencils and then, in third grade, a pen holder with its nib poised over an inkwell sunk in the corner of my school desk, the requisite yellow chamois somewhere at the mop-up ready.