Red Letter Day
“I’m crying in the doctor’s office.” There is emotion inflating her voice. “ I saw your email just as they were calling my name to go in and I thought, I’ll wait and read it…
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“I’m crying in the doctor’s office.” There is emotion inflating her voice. “ I saw your email just as they were calling my name to go in and I thought, I’ll wait and read it…
For about a year now I have been spending time each week with a family friend, Andrew. He suffered from Frontal Temporal Dementia which is a fancy scientific way of saying his brain quit working…
Where do ideas come from? How does this genesis occur? I’m serious. Who is in charge of these bastard thought children running amok? Do memory and desire hook up quick and dirty one night and…