I can’t believe the Passover holiday is already so far behind us. It feels like a wonderful, warm memory. Mom couldn’t be at the Seder...

The holiday of Passover starts this week. But Alzheimer's sufferers will not recognize that Friday night will be different from all other...

It amazes me how easy it is to manipulate Mom by using her Alzheimer’s. I rely on her non-existent memory to help her do things I want...

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...

Passover is a little more than two weeks away, and I am overwhelmingly sad about Mom’s inability to participate in the Seder. I’m...

Getting ready for Passover is always time consuming and stressful. Not only do we clean the dickens out of our houses, but we use special...

“Mom has been very belligerent this morning,” Daddy told me on the phone. I was on the last leg of my journey to their apartment, having...

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

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

“Do you think we made Savta happy?” I asked my daughter, Liora, as we were returning from Netanya. (Savta is the Hebrew word for...

All the gates of Heaven are closed except the Gates of Tears. Berachot 32b, Babylonian Talmud The best place to cry is in the shower. You...

There it is again. That small pause as I try to retrieve a word. Ah, ah, um, think. What letter does it start with? What are its...

How do we mark the passage of time? Yes, there is the calendar with its cycle of seasons, holidays, and birthdays. And yes, we are by...

Passover is a wonderful holiday but it involves extreme changes to routine including switching utensils, closing off cabinets, and buying...

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...