We were at the podiatrist’s office the other day and Dad was in a silly mood. He was making faces at the nurse behind her back, and we both had to suppress…
I lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. It’s nearly 11 am and she’s still tucked under last night’s covers. “Momma,” I say, then I stroke the hair falling soft across her…
The house is quiet but for the spring birds singing above the distant and continuous sigh of the highway. Momma’s bedroom door is ajar and I enter to find her lying so…
August 2015 When my parents were both diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease within 4 months of each other in 2010, it felt as if my siblings and I had been dropped in the…
This post was originally written for and read in its entirety before the NJ Alzheimer’s Disease Study Commission – a body of individuals charged with studying and making “projections about the future impact” of Alzheimer’s…
Momma is curled up on her side in the bed, still wearing the pink blouse Tracy dressed her in yesterday morning. There is a wide circle of chicken broth stained to her…
