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Miriam Green
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An Unbirthday Card
When I started sorting papers and things that have been sitting in my bedside table, I came across a stack of birthday cards that my...
Miriam Green
Feb 19, 20203 min read
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Soothing the Savage Breast
I was having a lovely time laughing and singing with Mom today. Most of what we talked about was nonsense, but she was in a relatively...
Miriam Green
Sep 18, 20193 min read
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The Tipping Point
At what point does the life of a caregiver become the focus in a relationship with a patient? What are the caregiver’s obligations to her...
Miriam Green
Apr 17, 20185 min read
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Straightening Ourselves
When Mom and I took a short walk to the grocery store and back, she was hesitant about where we were walking. She literally recognized...
Miriam Green
Feb 1, 20173 min read
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Rise Up Singing
I am learning that it is often best not to delay or challenge Mom’s instincts when she’s in a bad mood. The sticky, humid heat is getting...
Miriam Green
Jul 13, 20162 min read
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A Circumscribed Life
Whenever I’m with my extended family at an event, I always feel torn between my sense of responsibility and my desire to enjoy myself....
Miriam Green
Jun 29, 20163 min read
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When in Doubt, Sing
Mom’s sister, my Auntie Barbara, is visiting from London. It is great to see her. She is a wild, funny, woman with strong opinions and a...
Miriam Green
May 31, 20163 min read
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Aging and Orange Soup
“I dream about you,” Mom says to me. We are sitting together on the couch in the living room. “Oh, really? What do you dream,” I ask. “I...
Miriam Green
Jul 30, 20143 min read
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Happy Friends
I went to a lunch today for two of Mom’s friends who are celebrating their 80th birthdays. Talk turned quickly to aging and finding...
Miriam Green
Jun 11, 20143 min read
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Signs and Wonders...
and a little chicken.... “I hope you don’t feel I’m a nuisance,” she said lightly as we were sitting in synagogue. I might have grumbled...
Miriam Green
Apr 16, 20143 min read
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