Mom stormed away from me only once today. We were on the city streets and I was taking her to the optometrist so that they could replace...

“This mirror looks like me,” Mom exclaimed. We were in a café with my dad. “It does, doesn’t it?” I answered, as Daddy and I exchanged...

Mom’s walking has become problematic. Her stride has shortened, and she seems to shuffle as she walks, scraping her feet against the...