This blog was recenlty published on the Alzheimer's Association website. Chanukah has always been a symbol of finding light within the...

Moving my cat Zipper reminded me how someone with Alzheimer’s might react to a planned upheaval.

I spent an emotional day in the Israeli coastal town of Netanya on Sunday, reading from my book, The Lost Kitchen, and talking to my...

It has been one year since my mom was moved to her Alzheimer’s care facility, one year of searing emotional upheavals and adjusting to a...

“It’s my daughter, Miriam,” she said as I entered the ward. “Where were you?” How grateful I felt to be identified by Mom. I sat down in...

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” ― Plato Music truly animates...

The nature of our relationship has changed. I am not always able to connect with Mom like I used to. Even when we find a quiet corner to...

Like all of us, Mom has good days and bad days. There are times I’ve visited her where she can barely keep her eyes open. Other times,...

The first time I visited her, I wanted to burst into tears. I could not believe that this stooped, drowsy woman smelling of urine was my...

It happened as I knew it would. The second day into my two-week trip abroad, Mom was moved into a closed Alzheimer’s ward. Despite being...

Our lives have been topsy-turvy this past week. We had initial confirmation on Sunday that Mom could be moved into a closed Alzheimer’s...

We are at a crossroads. Should we give Mom anti psychotic medication to combat her hostility and irrational behavior (i.e.,...

I was thankful to arrive home safe and sound after my two-week trip to China. Mom didn’t realize I’d been away. I’d been keeping track of...

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...

When my dad was away in September, in my naiveté, I thought it would be easy to drive Mom and myself and her caregiver Sahlee to my home...

“I’ll be with the dead people.” “What?” I asked into the phone. “What did you say?” “I’ll be with the dead people,” repeated Mom. I...