They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

their guard.

While they were drafting the paperwork for the court to have me declared incompetent, I was plotting my escape.

I left the house early every morning, dressed impeccably. My first stop was Dr. Evans, my physician of thirty years, and then a top neurologist at the Medical Center. I subjected myself to every cognitive test available. I walked continue reading …