Very much Me
In the flurry of Christmas at my parents’ house yesterday Mom asked who someone was. And in return someone asked
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In the flurry of Christmas at my parents’ house yesterday Mom asked who someone was. And in return someone asked
I walked in the door at my parents’ house and Dad was snoozing in his recliner. Mom saw me
I confess. I’ve been feeling a little sorry for myself lately. I’ve even been feeling sorry for women in general.
I let myself in to Mom and Dad’s house with my key. I found Dad snoozing peacefully in his recliner
I’m slightly in shock. My dad, a retired mechanical engineer who always said fiction was a waste of time, just
Dad sounded breathless and concerned when he called last night. Mom had fallen on the bathroom floor and he needed
I was skimming some other dementia blogs lately and a reader had written in saying, that though she felt guilty