Military metaphors vs Stockholm Syndrome: fighting Doña Quixote, aka my dementia, or cozying up to her?
It’s been a while since I last posted a blog. Blame Doña Quixote. Afrikaans has a crass but apt expression when it comes to how I feel toward the Doña lately: more than once during the past months I’ve told her, “Jy maak my tiete lam,” or, “You make my tits droop.” So what has […]