According to her son, Doree Kemler has been a long overlooked artist. From the first moment, her one hundredth birthday was a showcase of love as Michael Bloomberg hosted.
When Nelson Dellis works out, he goes to ‘the mental gym. It’s all listed in his blog Climb 4 Memory– an odd title, until one learns that Nelson Dellis is a four time Memory Champion, and he has dedicated so much of his life to help other people improve their memory to the best of his ability.
A study finds that just 30 minutes of memory training per day, for 40 days, can reorganize your brain connectivity.
Do you walk up the escalator, or stand and let yourself be delivered to the top? One of these methods is more efficient than the other.
I do not want to be in a box. Close spaces are scary- though scary makes me sound young. Being trapped makes me feel young, waiting for mom to come and save me. In this I doubt she will. I know too well how the ‘End is Neigh’ and all I can hope is that it will not hurt. I can hope that an elephant won’t come and squish the box while I’m in side. I can hope that no one will throw in an angry jar of bees while I’m inside. I can hope that the box won’t be thrown into a literal fire pit.
My worries continue, and I can hope feels a useless phrase. Perhaps I should have picked a different exercise.
Yet this feels more real. I could pick a box. If I could I’d fill it with soft blankets I can use to stim my face. I’ll rub the corners on the sensitive skin by my eyes. I can think about how that feels. I can press it to my chest and know that no one can touch me there. I can make the box cardboard- when it rains it will melt and I’ll be free. We’ve had so much rain this month.
If I have to pick a box to end my days in, I hope it has a pillow. I hope it has a blanket. I worry about my coffin, I don’t want it to break my partner’s bank. But like George Washington, worry that I’ll wake up and know where I am. I don’t want my last night to be uncomfortable. Or like Octavia Smith, they’ll open my casket to find my nails torn and scratches on the lid. That terror is real.
If I have to pick a box, I’ll pick a big one, with open corners for air and enough space to lie down in comfort. I hope I’m not scared. I know I will be. I’m scared of everything, from bugs to shadows to too much sunlight and animals that most likely I’ll never see outside a zoo. I’m scared a bird will get in my house. We had a hawk in our neighborhood- I’m scared it could kill my rabbit sized dog.
If I have to pick a box, I hope I have enough distractions inside it to keep me calm. Like a house. A house could be called a box, especially my simple shaped townhouse, with no protruding corners. I have my bed to lie down in comfort, and blanket to stim my face. Perhaps that’s the best box of all.
Denmark’s 10 Jante Laws are grim, and yet they bring so much happiness.
Paris, France is just too real for some tourists to handle. This results in Japanese tourists getting sick, and seeking therapy because of unmet expectations.
Don’t work with children or animals? Sir David Attenborough laughs in the face of danger.
If you want to get from A to B more safely, be a little more choosy at the cab rank.
One day, we might be able to say that the dog saved the cheetah from extinction.