Up until about the age of six, I never went anywhere without my beloved bedraggled stuffed teddy bear; my stand-in for a security blanket. It didn’t matter that its once-white coat turned to a pallid shade of gray, nor that its once-robust shapely body became a sagging hint of what once was. I still clung fiercely. Sometimes I feel like that old teddy bear; my skin no longer glowing nor my body … [Read more...] about C’mon, Brain: Help Me Remember