Mom is no longer in our orbit of care. Neither I nor my father—who still visits her everyday—can know what befalls her during her day.

We were sitting together, the four of us, our core family: my brother Simon visiting from California, my parents, and me. It gave me the...

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...

My brother Simon is arriving this Friday for a two-week visit! I am so excited to see him, and also a little trepidatious—he has not seen...

I will never be enough for Mom. I am second best at most. Here’s what happened. My dad went out for an early evening lecture to a retiree...

My mom’s instinct for social interaction is incredibly strong. When we are out on the streets of the city, we often pause in our rambling...

My brother Simon is here for a visit! He is all laughter and warm hugs, and it is a pleasure to be around him. I arrived early at my...

I grew up singing John Prines’ song “Dear Abby,” a humorous look at the kinds of people who write to advice columnists. Be satisfied with...

Those of us with relatively good health take feeling well for granted. When we get sick, no matter how minor the illness, all that...

Today is my blog’s first anniversary. If I look back to what I was writing a year ago, I can almost make believe we are in a holding...