I understand it better now. We had a way of looking at and talking to Mom as if she were simple, as if the intelligent being who we knew...

“Should we wake her up?” I asked my daughter. Mom was sleeping soundly, her earphones planted on her ears playing her special mix of show...

Have you ever sat with someone who took their time eating, relishing every bite, savoring every forkful? It gave me pause in the rush of...

Mom’s watch is missing. The digital gold-plated watch she got from her sister as a birthday present a few years ago. Gone. We’ve looked...

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...

...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...