I am so worried. We received word this week that the physiotherapist in Mom’s care facility was diagnosed with Corona. This is beyond...

It is amazing how small our worlds can shrink when we are ill—physically, emotionally, even intellectually.

When my dad is away, as he is this week, I try to visit my mom each day, even if only for a short while, so that I can verify with my own...

Many hospitals and senior care facilities give supplemental nutrition drinks to their patients or residents. These drinks typically...

I have been impersonating my mom to pay my parents’ credit card bills, sort out the cable provider, turn down business solicitations,...

How does the little bird in P.D. Eastman’s classic book, Are You My Mother? know who his mother is? The bird intuits that only his mother...

I tried to sit in silence, but it was painful to listen to Mom attempting to answer the doctor’s questions. Mom knew she was having...

There is always a certain risk involved in taking Mom to the mall. She may not be able to shed her angry morning voice, she may run...

It has been two weeks since their move—a week since my brother Simon left—and my parents are firmly ensconced in their new home. Thanks...

If you had asked me how life was yesterday, I would have written about the quiet day we had in paradise. Mom and I sang songs, drank...

As soon as you start measuring good deeds to determine which is greater, which takes priority over the other—you have already entered...

We are standing in the middle of the mall and we have a half hour to spend before my father picks us up. Mom is agitated. She wants to be...

I’m worried about Mom’s legs. We were out for about two hours and by the time we started walking home, mom was complaining about pains in...

What a relief to come home to a quiet house. When I got back from visiting my parents, I actually looked forward to doing the laundry, to...

There’s an Alzheimer’s joke that goes like this: Joan and Stan are watching TV on the couch in the living room. Joan gets up. “I’m going...

Mom and I walked in the rain today. It was a light rain, and as we ambled along, we sang rain songs. It felt good to be out, and when we...

I feel guilty when it’s time to leave my mom. She is effusive in her kisses and hugs. “It’s wonderful to spend time with you. When will I...

Sometimes it is hard to be in the moment, to push aside internal thoughts and give over to the now. That’s what Mom’s Alzheimer’s demands...

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...

What’s the difference between Alzheimer’s and forgetfulness? It’s tough to see a parent age. Beyond the physical changes—faces thin, hair...