If you get the New York Times Sunday paper, maybe you, like me, are a big fan of the NYT Magazine. I always open it from the back, to read the column on the last page, "Lives." I just love these snippets from the lives of people all over the world. And more times than not, I end up thinking, I could write something like that. So I send them an essay, and I never hear back. Guess I've done this a dozen times or more, but I haven't yet found the magic formula for the "Lives" column.
This past Sunday's column really struck a chord with me. It reminded me of some of my blog posts and essays about my mom, from the days of assisted living to the nursing home where she now resides. Maybe I'll send them something again after reading this one:
"The Memory Problem: Which will last longer, the old man or his old computer?"