When I started sorting papers and things that have been sitting in my bedside table, I came across a stack of birthday cards that my...

Rather than push her to interact, we took her back to the common room and put her headphones on.

I was having a lovely time laughing and singing with Mom today. Most of what we talked about was nonsense, but she was in a relatively...

It happened unexpectedly, a feeling I did not anticipate, a depression as I walked away from Mom’s residence. For the first time in a...

What a hoot! I spent a glorious day with my dad and brother Simon in Netanya. They had been staying there for a few days’ vacation when I...

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...

At what point does the life of a caregiver become the focus in a relationship with a patient? What are the caregiver’s obligations to her...

“Oh, it’s my mommy,” she said as I entered her house this morning. I was not prepared for this—to be identified as her mom. On the other...

We’ve passed the winter solstice but the days are still short and darkness descends all too soon. There is a midrash that tells the story...

Liza Futerman is a friend and writer who has published a stunning monograph about her mother’s Alzheimer’s. Illustrated with passion and...

“Everything is weird. I feel like a weird person,” Mom said when she woke up from her nap. “My brain’s not functioning.” I have heard Mom...

Dealing with a parent with Alzheimer's is mercurial, with ups and downs on a moment-by-moment basis and I often think I'm overly focused...

When I was younger, I remember visiting a friend with a new baby. I must have obsessed about the baby crying, worrying and wondering and...

The hardest aspect of growing old or being sick is recognizing our limitations. What we could do yesterday we may not be able to do...

Two weeks since I last wrote and my mom is still ill. She has a urinary tract infection that won't go away. She's been on three types of...

How naïve I was to think I could weather this devastation that is Alzheimer’s and maintain my wits. Mom is disintegrating before my very...

“Was I there, too?” Mom asks as my dad tells us about a concert they attended Monday night. “Of course,” he responds. “I don’t remember,”...

Mom keeps family photos on her dresser. There’s an engagement photo of me and my brother with our respective spouses the summer we both...

This is the verse that sticks with me from last week’s Torah reading: The nakedness of your father and the nakedness of your mother you...