I have this upstairs neighbor we’ll call N.
N is the mother of one of my kind-of friends that I went to high school with. We’re all really friendly with each other. 374 more words
Sometimes it becomes difficult to sort the thoughts in my head and decide what i want to share and when. I am overwhelmed by frustration, anger, worry… The following is a letter a friend wrote for us about Harrison and our struggle to provide the services he needs. 858 more words