Today’s blog post is a little different. I am here asking for your help. Yes, you.
I am talking to you.
I am asking you to submit a question. Obviously, the question should be limited in scope because I don’t know everything–or so I am often reminded by my husband. I can answer questions about Alzheimer’s and related dementias. Heck, I can even answer questions about The Bachelor, which you know I am keeping in my closet if you read last week’s post.
However, that’s about where my knowledge ends. I would avoid questions about remodeling kitchens, how to avoid backing into your garage door frame, and general cooking. Those are topics I am have shown that I am not qualified to advise on.
In future weeks, I will focus on answering questions. Maybe I’ll answer one in a post. Maybe I’ll answer six in a post. I haven’t decided on a format yet. However, find that box below where it says “LEAVE A REPLY” and write me a question. If you would rather send me something anonymously, you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Sometimes I find reader emails in my spam folder months later, so put “Dementialand” in the subject line and I promise I won’t miss your email. I’ll be like Dear Abby with a slightly more modern haircut and without the bright red lipstick.
This Dear Abby thing isn’t new to me. I wrote an advice column in my high school newspaper. In four years of high school, only one person wrote me for advice. (And I remember the letter vividly. It was from an anonymous kid who thought he might be gay. My friend Lory who is a counselor helped me write a response. I still think about that guy and hope he’s doing okay. If you’re out there, please tell me you’re okay.)
Full disclosure to my high school peers….I made up the rest of the letters. Yep, I asked myself for advice and then responded. And this is the very first time I’ve fessed up to this. I thought I’d go to my grave with that weighing on my heart, but it feels good to get it out there.
Sorry, Muscatine High School. I deceived you. But really, it was sort of your fault for not writing me any letters!
Readers, do not make me repeat this behavior. Shoot me some questions!