Mom is no longer in our orbit of care. Neither I nor my father—who still visits her everyday—can know what befalls her during her day.

Are bed rails a hazard or are they helpful devices in a dementia ward? I’ve seen horrifying photos recently on Facebook groups of loved...

With the very first note, Mom was standing by the piano. As “Somewhere” from West Side Story took shape and became familiar, Mom started...

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...