now I feel big and dumb and none of my friends make an effort. woohhoooooooooooooooooo
My Beautiful Mistake.: So I had to write a short story in the perspective of someone with Alzheimer's, and this word vomit happened...
I can think of the happy days of my childhood and that’s about it. The music and the dancing. The stars in the sky that used to make me so happy as a teenager. I used to sit in the yard and watch the stars twinkle with Bobby. Then we would go to the movies and drive around the canyon over the…
