A human brain with Alzheimer’s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Last week Krista Krueger was a guest on my blog. Although she normally writes dark fantasy, paranormal, and horror, in keeping with the topic of my blog, she wrote an open and heartfelt post titled “When Reality Bites, Write.” This week she invited me to be a guest on her blog KompletelyKrista. In keeping with her genre, I wrote a post called “The Horror of Alzheimer’s.” Pop over for a read, and spend a few minutes browsing through Krista’s other writings.
I thought I’d tell a few more jokes today. Stop me if you’ve heard any of these.
I was taught to respect my elders, but it keeps getting harder to find one.
When I was younger, a lot of my social life revolved around birthday parties. Then it was graduations followed by weddings and baby showers. Now I still go to a few weddings and showers as the next generations come along, but I seem to be attending a lot more funerals lately. If I stay healthy, I’m going to have to find some younger friends. (more…)
This blog sort of fits with my blog at www.kompletelykrista.wordpress.com called Writing and Reality because this is part of the reality that goes with my writing. One of my daughters is Autistic and that takes up a lot of my time. The more therapies, the more interaction that she gets, are all things that help her development. One of my sons also has what has been termed as delayed, so he needs less but still some help in maturing and that kind of stuff. The amount of meetings I go to during the school year is amazing. My husband works two jobs so that I can stay home and take care of her and the other two kids. For roughly six years I’ve been doing this by myself. Sometimes people try to help but when it comes to our kids, we’re very specific about who can watch them for us to get an hour out to maybe grab something to eat and that hasn’t been able to happen for a long time now. (more…)
Last week I exchanged several e-mails with a friend who had just returned from a trip to care for a loved one in distress. In addition to travel fatigue, she was feeling especially sad because of the approaching anniversary of the death of someone who played a major role in her life. Her last e-mail was short and to the point.
It’s been a pretty tough week. Jet lag and grief apparently enhance one another. (more…)
I’ve written a couple of “confessions” posts in the past (here and here and here). Here’s another one about make-up. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with make-up most of my life. The only time Dad ever spanked me was because of lipstick. I was five, and like most little girls, I was fascinated by all the neat stuff Mom put on her face, especially lipstick. One day I asked permission to put on some lipstick, but for some adult reason, she said no. Forbidden fruit is always the most tempting, so when she wasn’t looking, I slipped over to her dressing table and did the one thing I had been told not to do. I’m pretty intelligent, but sometimes I’m not very smart. I’m not sure how I expected to get away with my crime with the evidence smeared all over my face, and I didn’t. Not an auspicious beginning. (more…)