by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
I attribute my creeping dementia to my abusive upbringing. I attended elementary school back in those tribal days when the rules of education were peppered with "Don’t!" and spanking was as common as nap time.
The concept of pre-school was a far-distant notion. In fact, we were deprived of that gentle break-in to the world education that was later called kindergarten. Once