It has been one year since my mom was moved to her Alzheimer’s care facility, one year of searing emotional upheavals and adjusting to a...

Let’s get this straight. I do not want your pity. I don’t want you to commiserate on how difficult it must be, this Alzheimer’s, this...

“These stairs are getting slower and slower,” Mom comments as we walk down the three flights to the street. I laugh at her expressive way...

I’m not going to remind Mom that her father’s yartzeit, the anniversary of his death, is coming up. He died 17 years ago just before the...

Every time I tell Mom I can’t visit this week because of Shavuot, the Jewish holiday that commemorates the giving of the Torah, Mom...