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Miriam Green
Feb 19, 20203 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Sep 18, 20193 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Apr 17, 20185 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Feb 1, 20173 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Jul 13, 20162 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Jun 29, 20163 min read
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....
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Miriam Green
May 31, 20163 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Jul 30, 20143 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Jun 11, 20143 min read
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...
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Miriam Green
Apr 16, 20143 min read
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...
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