“Do you think our boy’s losing some things?” my husband asks. His casual tone belies the gravity of the question. After a thirteen-year remission, our son’s seizures had returned. This–whether or not he was slipping cognitively–had been the rarely-spoken-of yardstick against which we’d measured the seriousness of these now frequent movements, these long momentsContinue reading “Erosion by Susan Hall”
Excavating Words
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