A letter, not a feed
A handful of people writing down the week so it does not blur. Flowers on a porch. The name you lost in the hallway. Coffee before anyone asks for anything. We do not run a clinic and we do not sell a protocol from this desk.
Samantha Green — hydrangeas, quiet coffee, and the grocery list that was in her pocket the whole time.
Kylie Nelson — the white pot on the railing, quiet coffee, and the list that was under the lemon.
A small column on memory lapses, brain fog, and the gap between “it’s just age” and what the research actually describes. In plain English.