My mother had dementia. She would call me crying that she had no shoes. When I got to her apartment, it was strewn with shoes, but she was out somewhere, wandering, lost. Every time I forget something, I shudder, sure it's the first sign of dementia.
My first "HuffPost Books" piece was posted a year ago this month, and I'd like to use that trivial anniversary to thank commenters for introducing me to many authors and novels I had never read before.