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

Sometimes, standing still is a good thing. Mom seems to be in a holding pattern in her new Alzheimer’s ward. She exhibits a wide range of...

Eight months of taking my mom to synagogue with me each Shabbat ended as abruptly as it started. It was this thought that struck me so...

“These stairs are getting slower and slower,” Mom comments as we walk down the three flights to the street. I laugh at her expressive way...

Two weeks since I last wrote and my mom is still ill. She has a urinary tract infection that won't go away. She's been on three types of...

How naïve I was to think I could weather this devastation that is Alzheimer’s and maintain my wits. Mom is disintegrating before my very...

Mom is running a fever and has a cold. Pretty common in winter. In fact, I’m nursing a bad cold, too. It seems that not even the flu...