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Doubt, Miramax Films
 Tonight, as everyone knows, is the Oscars ceremony. I have to admit that I did not see many of the movies, not because of time, but because I cannot watch films that involve some kind of trauma. It’s not an anti-violence thing with me. I used to see all kinds of movies. But within the last 10...
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Earlier this week, I received an e-mail from a woman named Maria, who was a boarder about four years before I was. (To protect her privacy, I am not including her last name. In her note, she gave me permission to reprint it.) Since I started this blog, I have been searching online for women who had...
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Bath time marked the start of the evening during my summer  with my aunt and uncle. In Puerto Rico, most people shower before dinner. (I’ve always thought that savvy burglars could take this opportunity to slip in and out of houses all over the island, while everyone was showering.) You’d wash off...
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When I walk my dog Java, we two are of three minds. There’s Java’s doggy brain, hardwired by the genes of a black lab and pointer. I, the dog walker, have one mind. I, the writer, get my own complete set of neurons. The three set out on the same walk, different paths. In Java’s head, a walk means...
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Birthday Gift
Ever wonder what it's like to reunite with your best friend from grade school? Earlier this week, I had a wonderful evening with someone I'd not seen since I was 10 years old--nearly 40 years ago. My friend said it was like a homecoming. Indeed: http://tinyurl.com/9a2rv9
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Trans Caribbean Airways
When I was six, I was sent to Puerto Rico by myself to stay with family for the summer, while my single mother stayed in Manhattan for her job. It was the summer before I entered first grade in a boarding school in New Jersey. Her mother had done the same when she was a child. The summer of 1966...
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Recalling the summer that I was six years old when my mother sent me to stay with my aunt in Puerto Rico. In my latest blog entry, "Flying Solo," I write more about my childhood with a single mom in the early sixties. Because she had to work, she often had to put me in others' care away...
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Devotional Candles
I remember bits and pieces of my early years. I wish I could remember more. At home, I was known as Chisaii (), the nickname given to me by our landlord in Japan. Pronounced “chee-SIGH,” the word means “small.” Although not underweight at birth, I was on the small side. At school, I was called by...
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Season's Greetings
Yesterday, I found out that my husband likes fruitcake. How could he? I feel betrayed. He’s committed a sin of omission. We’ve been together for 10 Christmases, and he had never admitted to this until now. I have two theories for his liking that dense, gooey mass—a waste of sugar and flour that...
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At 3 a.m., the hospital is in stasis. On the floors with patient rooms, all lights are turned down to a softer hue and patients, for the most part, are tucked in their beds. At one end, the nurses station remains a pocket of bright light, where the night shift of doctors and nurses intersperse...
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New Year's Eve in Times Square
Gary checks into the hospital that night. His room is on the neurology floor, a dimly lit hall with patient rooms on either side It is odd to spend New Year's Eve in a hospital. People are out there getting drunk, making passes, dancing to loud music till blisters form on their feet, eating too...
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As soon as we arrive to see Dr. Kim, the young internist arranges for a psychiatric evaluation right then and there. The psychiatrist, who makes people of slight builds look like professional bodybuilders, leads us into a small, windowless room that feels more like a large closet. This doctor, his...
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Much to my relief, the doctor is a bright, gentle resident—the kind that I hope will win Gary over to the medical profession. For now, at least, until he gets past these feelings of hopelessness that I do not want escalating into suicidal tendencies. The doctor is Asian, but his first name is Hans...
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By Thanksgiving in 1997, Gary was in rough shape. He struggled to study for the exam to keep up his certification to fly 727s. He couldn't get through the manuals. Fortunately, his exam wasn't for awhile. At the end of November, he flew his last flight for the month—a trip that, to his surprise,...
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Since my days with Gary, I have been fascinated with memory--how the brain processes memory and how our memories define ourselves. Awhile ago, I came across an excellent series about "the efforts of UC Irvine neuroscientist Gary Lynch to understand the biological processes that enable us to...
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