Dear friends, I feel the need to apologize. It's been 7 months since my last Slice. I'm sorry for that. Things have been so emotionally and physically difficult here that I haven't been able to make myself continue to write this nonfiction journey. Which was scary, because I've only had one truly bad emotional writing… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Mid-slice: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.
I was right to be worried about getting Daddy to leave with us. We'd gotten him all the way down to the front door of the lobby when, without so much as a shot across the bow, he turned and headed straight back to the familiarity of his room, inchmeal, with Bro, Auntie, and Cousin… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Slice 9: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.