Across the room, up high and gazing down at us like an animal in headlights, stood our bewildered father, the ball of one foot balanced on an arm of the sofa, the other foot stretched out into empty air. I'm a big girl with an ample "caboose", so I don't run. Anywhere. But I'm here… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Slice 10: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.
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.
Manuscript. Head. Drawer. 