Rett Syndrome and me: White picket fences, Health

Rett Syndrome and me: White picket fences

When you’re young, I think you think that by the time you’re, say, 36, you’ll have it all figured out: love, family, money, career, that important fundamental kind of stuff. Not necessarily all perfect, white-picket-fence sorted, but perhaps at least a muddy-brown splintered gate sorted.

By | Health, Notebook | Friday, 7 February 2014 at 4:30 pm

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