TRUE STORY. I SWEAR TO YOU. ↓ I glanced down at the Caller I.D., and accepted the call. "Hey." “We’re all going to hell in a hand-basket!” I hit the mute button on the TV remote and pressed my phone closer to my ear. “Mama, what’s wrong?” “You need an engraved invitation or something to… Continue reading One-Liner Wednesday: Curtains, windows, and blinds — oh, my!
Daddy stood there looking at me, a huge, heavy plastic tub filled to the brim with books, magazines, and clothes in his hands. Not looking at me — through me. His eyes reminded me of the glass ones in the faces of wax figures in museums, reflecting light instead of life. Looking, but not seeing.… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Slice 4: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.