Yes, that Denise — the one who laughs too loud, sometimes over shares, loves lemon drop martini's, and has survived more chaos than a Celtic goddess with a grudge.
Recently, life handed me a diagnosis: Lewy Body Dementia. Not exactly the party favor I asked for, yet here we are.
Before you panic, cry, or try to wrap me in bubble wrap, know that I’m still me, still sarcastic, still snarky, still stubborn. Finding my way.
Some days my brain behaves. Other days the letters are divibg off my computer screen like they are trying to escape.
It’s like a raccoon on espresso rearranging my thoughts for fun.
I’m here — living, laughing, swearing, and telling the truth with a wink.
I’m doing the best I can, Karen. I have good days and bad days. On the good ones, I’m unstoppable. On the bad ones, I’m basically a decorative houseplant.
This page is my space to be real, to be ridiculous, and to be alive in every way that matters.
If you are here, you were invited and you have a special place in my heart. Please do not share this site wth anyone else.
Welcome to the chaos.
Bring snacks. I like Peanut M & M's