My family knows only too well what an evil son of a bitch Alzheimer’s is. Sir Terry Pratchett called it the embuggerance. Use whichever term you care to really; however you refer to it, it’s evil.
Picture a ginger kid with glasses, slightly goofy teeth, a big fringe that stuck to her forehead, better at spelling than many of her peers. Changing into a pre-teen then teen with spots, warts on her knuckles, who preferred reading and sports to boys and fashion. Picture bullies, picture that girl going bright red and […]