I can’t decide which film I like best, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory or The Frisco Kid. There are others, of course, including Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein—that even had my kids rolling on the floor—that I consider timeless movies. The naïve, sincere, blue-eyed funny man with a halo of curls: this is how I will remember the actor Gene Wilder. Gene Wilder died on Monday, August 29, from “complications from Alzheimer’s,” according to his family. What does that

I was privileged to hear about research that a friend, Yifat Miller, is involved in at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev that tracks the link between Type II Diabetes and the increased risk factor for Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. She opened her presentation by stating that every 70 seconds someone on the planet is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. It is the most common form of dementia, the main factors being age (above 65) and gender (twice as many women). Health also plays a par

There they all were, the portraits and paintings I’ve known for much of my life, hanging in a public place for all to see. I joined my parents at the opening of the exhibit of my dad’s work at the AACI Glassman Family Center in Jerusalem. Two portraits stand out: one of Sahlee, my mom’s beautiful care taker; and Mom. Daddy captured the essence of Mom’s Alzheimer’s—she’s all there, but something is missing. The encroaching black background is a metaphor for the disease that is