Robots will soon frost and fill Krispy Kreme's Doughnuts.
This morning I remembered something I recorded long ago, in a different blog. It belongs here.
Shira Toeplitz provides the perspective I've been looking for in explaining my stroke experience. You get better, but you don't really recover.
The last four years of my dad’s life were frustratingly humorless, especially for my sister, who handled most of his care during and just after her college years. A sudden brain injury and diabetic complications had left him unconscious in the ICU for weeks. In his early 60s, he had to learn to talk, walk, think and type all over again. He improved but never fully recovered.