You forget—it doesn’t


Once again, I’ve put off my blog post until the last minute. My work-day bedtime goal this week is in bed by 10:30 p.m., and I want to start the week off right, so that means short and sweet.

Besides, I have Kindle reading to do. Right now I’m reading Keeper: one house, three generations, and a journey into Alzheimer’s by Andrea Gillies.

I leave you tonight with the phrase for which this blog is named, from one of my favorite books:

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!

— John Irving (A Prayer for Owen Meany)