Love in the Time of Numbness; or, Doctor Chekhov, Writer – The New Yorker

When my mother’s mother began to die of a mysterious, undiagnosable neurological illness, the first thing she lost was her sense of taste. For most families, perhaps, this would be a rather inconsequential loss, but this had severe repercussions for us. As the matriarch of our heaving, multi-generational family, she had always helmed the kitchen with an efficient, if somewhat despotic, hand.

Source: Love in the Time of Numbness; or, Doctor Chekhov, Writer – The New Yorker