by Ricky | May 13, 2015 | Letter Box
Dear Taylor, I heard about your mom’s cancer recently and wanted to say something. I’ve actually written to you a couple times already. On each occasion, I tried the eloquent and poetic approach to impress you, but of course, my chaotic assortment of alphabets went...
by Ricky | May 12, 2015 | Duchenne
I discovered that another fellow in his Thirties with Duchenne muscular dystrophy passed away. Fuck. What more can I say? He was an acquaintance of mine. His father and sister asked me to encourage him to get himself out there, and just when he came out of his...
by Ricky | May 10, 2015 | Duchenne
This is my mother and me. She is my heroine. I learned what it means to be an aspiring gentleman because of her unconditional love, the way she sets me straight when I’m wrong, and how she always supports me in the things that are right. I wouldn’t have lasted for...
by Ricky | May 6, 2015 | Romance, or Lack Thereof
Fat girls are super gorgeous. They’re like squishy pink balloons, shiny and glimmering, soft, delicate, and adorable. Your only desire is to protect and squeeze; hoping that she never gets hurt with a pop. When she cries, all you want is to kiss her tummy and look...
by Ricky | May 5, 2015 | Duchenne
I used to say that I’d rather be dead than to lose my eating abilities. I’ve lasted for such a long time, more than most with DMD. However, nowadays, I’m having much difficulty swallowing Jell-O, the supposed “assistant” for getting rid of food jams. Cooking shows...
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