The problem was their terrific understanding of math regardless of having no spoken or written language ( Read more... )

Some neuroscientists say that we don’t remember our first few years simply because there are no environment cues in the right context around to trigger those memories. Even if you’ve lived in the same apartment for your entire life, it looks different now than it did when you were an infant. Try to imagine what your first birthday would have been ( Read more... )

“During the mission, your memories are yours. After the mission, they belong to the military ( Read more... )

These days I like to wear adult clothes and pretend to be a library, looking laser-thin down the bridge of my nose to belittled people scraping through the uneducated book lust wilderness. I scrabble their hearts into my lengthening middle names ( Read more... )

He cracked as he moved, sounding like a fireplace. Popping softly, brittle matches stuffed into every joint. Each step brought him closer to me. I was handcuffed to the radiator. I didn’t know where I was or how such a frail old man had the strength to capture me like this. The room was old and looked abandoned. Piles of newspapers gathered ( Read more... )

When Death came in quietly on its unfair legs and took up residence in our oldest cat, we barely noticed. We were in the middle of a move and all that happened when we were finally unpacked in the new house was that she stopped going outside ( Read more... )

A belt without a buckle is a whip. The black holes she keeps buried in the garden of memory come from the wrong side of the tracks that go up and down the insides of her elbows that she hinges closed, putting up her fists to show that she knows how to fight. Not that I ever asked ( Read more... )

Something about a short in the wires. That’s why I can’t think. That’s why I can’t ask questions ( Read more... )

It was a beautiful day for a ship launch ( Read more... )

The lie came out of the darkness and attacked me. It had long secrets for arms and a smeared photograph for a face. Its body was one giant repressed memory, supported by twin pillars of denial. It was hiding in the closet ( Read more... )