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...
by Ricky | May 3, 2015 | Duchenne
Facing death: what does it mean? You’re probably thinking a lot of tears and hugging, and you’re right. It is a very emotional dilemma. However, coming to terms with leaving this world is a complicated process – a roller coaster ride that includes no mercy. Dad...
by Ricky | May 2, 2015 | Letter Box
Dear You, As their bodies collided in dance and song to music that kissed the air, I watched on from a distant afar, wondering. Enveloped within the artificial moonlight, its illumination was breathed upon by silence. Curtains painted with beautiful people unveiled,...
by Ricky | May 1, 2015 | This is My Life
What is hope? I learned it at a very young age from my loving family, no doubt. Prior to becoming a motorized madman, I started off as a running madman. Grandma used to chase my little butt around the house just to feed another bite, but fortunately, my family never...
by Ricky | Apr 30, 2015 | Romance, or Lack Thereof
While watching a campy Van Damme flick the other evening, Dad continued with my range of motion exercises and became surprised that I immediately skipped the nudie scene. He inquired about my moral stance and I explained how I used to care as a teenager, but that it...
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