I spent an emotional day in the Israeli coastal town of Netanya on Sunday, reading from my book, The Lost Kitchen, and talking to my...

My sweet, beautiful, lively mother has forgotten how to walk. This is the second time in a month that Mom is on antibiotics. If something...

One of the residents in Mom’s facility fell last week and broke her arm. Her eye is horribly bruised, and she must now be helped with...

When I saw Mom on Friday, I came home sad and depressed. Mom had a bad cold, and it was clearly affecting her abilities. When we pulled...

Sometimes, standing still is a good thing. Mom seems to be in a holding pattern in her new Alzheimer’s ward. She exhibits a wide range of...

How quickly I go from elation to despair—from reveling in my brother Simon’s impromptu three-day visit to anguishing over the person most...

How does the little bird in P.D. Eastman’s classic book, Are You My Mother? know who his mother is? The bird intuits that only his mother...

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...

“You’re only fit for the gutter, you are,” she angrily spat at me. It hurts to hear her talk like that. I know my mom would never say...

“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...

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

I’m worried about Mom’s legs. We were out for about two hours and by the time we started walking home, mom was complaining about pains in...

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...