Because Demented People Need Love, Too
Part coffee table art book and part memoir, I recount my family's heartbreaking and hilarious journey through my father's dementia.
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Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! I just won a grant! Not Ulysses S. Grant - although that'd be pretty cool, if maybe a little stinky since he's been dead so long - but a grant for the book and related art! This is the first time I've ever won one (wow, say "won one" 3 times fast and you start to sound like Lavender in Harry Potter calling Ron "WonWon") and my husband is taking a nap so I can't jump up and down and scream like I want to. Thus, you're getting all the crazy excited thoughts spewing out of me. I won a grant, y'all! I'm a real artist!! I'm like Pinocchio when he realized he was a real boy only my nose isn't going to grow when I lie (just when I get too old...seriously, why do people's ears and noses get so much bigger when they're old??!!). Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!