Summer 2025
Dear Ms. Wren
Dear Ms. Wren, I am not addressing you by your real name, but I chose one that I felt captured your kind, humorous spirit and…
read more…The Physics of a Moment
It was a bitter morning in San Francisco when it happened, mist rising above the city like a ghostly dragon’s wing. My father woke up,…
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A man and wife gaze at each other across a vivid red neuron, symbolizing the presence of Parkinson’s disease and the space it can place…
read more…Matter over Mind
I am a puppet. Invisible strings attach my arms around the blankets and my eyelids to each other and my legs to the ground and…
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