For every memory seared into my brain, there are thousands of others I either can’t retain or trust. I spent the last eight months forgetting to fix a homeowner association (HOA) violation despite numerous reminder emails. My cousins and I have been trapped in our own version of Akira Kurosawa’s Rashomon over who said what at grandma’s funeral. Cursed with the working memory of a goldfish, I’ve apologized dozens of times to everyone for failing to do the things I said I would.
These…
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