It Gets Better. (Living with TBI, when memories come and go)

Almost 20 years ago, I decided to buy a red Mustang convertible, just because I finally could. Showed up at the elementary school in the line of parents cars to pick up my girls from school, drove up to the front and when it was our turn, saw my younger daughter Em happily exclaim to … Continue reading It Gets Better. (Living with TBI, when memories come and go)