My father, Jay, died of dementia in his eighties, after struggling with the disease for a decade. Ever since, I felt like I was on a timetable, that my mind had an expiration date of age seventy or so. It wasn’t a pleasant way to feel, but justified, I thought, given my paternal genetics.

I’ve spent years exploring the connections between brain health. The good news?  What we put on the end of our fork definitely affects the brain in a myriad of ways. For me, this notion is empowering and incredibly liberating.