I save everything I write, almost. So I believe I can find at least one of them, right NOW.
Now, my brother, who in his boyhood could have been the poster child for undiagnosed and misunderstood AD/HD, and I love each other dearly but I can hardly bear to occupy the same room with him for longer than an hour.
Fortunately, my daughter (16) and I enjoy many hours together and she is perhaps the one person on this earth with whom I can hang out and not monitor myself or my babbling or my moodine…
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Posted on January 11, 2009 at 5:30pm — 1 Comment