Memory Exercises are part of my daily inventory. The damage from my trauma induced amnesia is severe enough that I cannot count on my memory with any more confidence than my asthma inflicted friends can count on their next breath. During periods of extreme stress, those memory exercises have proved to be a life-line for me more than once. Learning new songs is my personal favorite memory exercise. It is an exercise which takes days to accomplish, at easiest. The tough songs can provide a contiguous memory exercise which spans days, even years. There are tunes I heard on other continents which I still have not identified, much less learned. My current episode has officially graduated to a two-song episode. The new song is woven all the way back to the beginning of my street life in 1968 Chicago. Sorta. The author, Phil Ochs, was featured in the infamous convention I artfully dodged when I was *supposed to be* in school. Good luck getting a street kid anywhere near one of those parties.

My language circuits are still scrambling unmercifully. Please be gentle if I am making no sense, whatsoever. Yes, I need the reality checks right now, but. . . Feeling Fragile. Please add some tenderness to the honesty.

Anybody else use memory exercises in their therapy?