Marc Mansson

For the last two years, I have watched my father, now 72, struggle with something that crept in slowly and then all at once. He would walk into a room and forget why. He would lose the thread of a…

For years I assumed that brushing and flossing were all that stood between me and another cavity. But after my dentist pointed out that my gums were starting to recede despite what I thought was a solid routine, I realized…

For the last few years, I have noticed a creeping decline in how I experience sound. Conversations in crowded restaurants became an exercise in strained concentration, and the persistent, low-grade ring of tinnitus — that phantom noise — grew harder…

The Problem That Sent Me Looking For about a year, I dealt with the slow creep of disrupted sleep. I was waking up twice, sometimes three times a night to use the bathroom. The flow felt weaker than it used…

For months, the 2:00 PM wall was not a suggestion — it was a guarantee. By midafternoon, my focus fractured, my eyes felt heavy, and the only thing that sounded good was lying face-down on the office carpet. I had…

For the last five years, I have watched my father, a retired engineer, struggle with something that sounds minor but is anything but: the slow, frustrating sense that his quick recall and sharp focus from his fifties had dulled by…