My Mother, My Teacher
There it is again. That small pause as I try to retrieve a word. Ah, ah, um, think. What letter does it start with? What are its associations? What does it sound like? It’s not there. I can’t get it. Can I create a sentence with an understandable alternative? Wait. Wait. I’ve got it. My whirling brain picks out the exact word I want. Did anyone notice that gap in our conversation? I know I don’t have Alzheimer’s. But I worry that I may one day succumb to it. I read an article