A Massive Stroke Ruined Half My Mom’s Brain. A Year Later, She Wrote Me This Letter.
I’ve been dwelling on what I lost. But a three-sentence note showed me what I still have.
I’ve been dwelling on what I lost. But a three-sentence note showed me what I still have.
At 26, I never thought I was old enough to get one of those life-shattering phone calls. But my phone did ring, and I already know that nothing will ever be the same again.
From the tender age of four, rampant masturbation was my secret shame. It took an awkward sex ed class at a Christian private school to inadvertently teach me I wasn’t alone.
My mom and dad were fun-loving lounge singers with endless energy and outrageous perms to match. Then they became parents, Nashville became “cool,” and we all started to wonder what might have been.
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