One cold morning in 1980, when I was not yet four years old, my mother woke me while it was still dark, pressing her face against my cheek. “We have to leave,” she whispered. “Right away.” I rolled ...
The Proust phenomenon: when an unexpected scent or taste activates strong, autobiographical memories.I’m behind the wheel of ...
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A West Texas pony rides again
The starter at Arroyo Seco Raceway pointed the Mach 1 into the far lane, then circled his hands to say, “Light ’em up!” ...
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