Pretty Sure That's My High School Volleyball Coach, Ms. Dutra, On The Right...

Pretty sure that's my high school volleyball coach, Ms. Dutra, on the right...🤣

I asked Dad if he needed anything from the market.

Oh yeah would you pick me up some of those things I need for the thing?

Took Dad to the market. We got all the way home when he decided he needed keifer. I said his timing sucked.

That's why I don't play the drums...

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The Curl of Time

Today at Longreads, Sarah Stankorb confronts a lifetime of literally outrunning her angry, alcoholic father as she attempts to find care for him and her mother, both of whom are struggling with dementia. 

Each evening until I moved off for college, my father drunkenly slurred and screamed, chasing me around the house until I caged myself in my room and he pounded outside. I’d stayed there safe, until his attention refocused on my mother, then I’d run out and draw his anger toward me again. I was faster, could outrun him.

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When you become frustrated with older people because of what they cannot do, think of how frustrated they must feel because they can no longer do it...