I inadvertently broke one of my precepts on taking care of an individual with Alzheimer's. I took Mom to Ikea. You might not think that's...

I knew they’d be hanging there, knew I’d have to share the paintings with others. Yet they still caught me by surprise. It’s my...

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...

It was the advertisement for the red toilet seat that caught my attention. What’s with that, I wondered, and why is it appearing on an...

It was so much fun catching up with my aunt Barbara—Mom’s real sister—who is visiting with her partner Brian that I almost forgot to...

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...

For some reason, I can never get the code right to open the door to my parent’s apartment building. I buzzed up to say I was there then...

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...

Alzheimer’s patients suffer terribly as their abilities and their world shrink. They are often confused or lack the ability to express...

I’d brought with me a small gift, a disc of Danny Kaye singing songs from the musical, “Hans Christian Anderson.” When we finally got it...

I didn’t see my parents this week, but I did do their shopping. Yes, I confess. I am an online shopper. Soon after Mom was diagnosed with...

“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...

This entry is a departure from my usual subject. This was my second week of staying home. My head is still fuzzy, though I’m not sure if...

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...

Post-Independence Humus Situation Here’s the perennial question: What do you do with your left-over humus after Israel’s Independence...

...and a helping of baked salmon. I hadn’t intended to enjoy myself taking Mom to her weekly concert, but the enthusiasm of the tenor...

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...

Here’s what I found under Jeff’s bed-side table: a dusty bag filled with emails from 1997 and 1998. I wasn’t quite sure how they got...