When I visited Mom this week, I wanted so badly to tell her about the new version of West Side Story. Under different circumstances, we’d...

My mom is still here, diminished though she is, and I have the privilege of seeing her.

The difficulty of sorting through and parting with my mom's clothes.

When my dad is away, as he is this week, I try to visit my mom each day, even if only for a short while, so that I can verify with my own...

The holiday of Passover starts this week. But Alzheimer's sufferers will not recognize that Friday night will be different from all other...

I finally saw Mom today after three days of being sick. I had stayed away because I didn’t want her to catch my cold. I think of her as...

“It’s my daughter, Miriam,” she said as I entered the ward. “Where were you?” How grateful I felt to be identified by Mom. I sat down in...

Our lives have been topsy-turvy this past week. We had initial confirmation on Sunday that Mom could be moved into a closed Alzheimer’s...

Ever since my dad found a chunk of Mom’s tooth on her pillow one morning, we’ve been trying to figure out how to get Mom dental care. She...

“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...

I washed Mom’s hair today. What a mess! For some reason, Mom, like many Alzheimer’s patients, does not enjoy bathing or showering....

“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...

There is always a certain risk involved in taking Mom to the mall. She may not be able to shed her angry morning voice, she may run...

I think we should amend the idiom based on Psalm 8 to read, “Out of the mouth of babes—and Alzheimer’s sufferers—comes wisdom.” With Mom...

There are boxes stacked neatly in my parents’ apartment, evidence that they are truly going through with their move in two months to Beer...

First the sickening sound of the impact, then the jolt as our heads snapped forward and back. Then Mom’s hysterical wailing. It took me a...

I've been playing brain games on my smart phone, mainly to keep myself occupied while I'm traveling. They are so easy to download. I...

When a fuse blew in my parent's apartment, at first my dad couldn't find the source of the incident. It seemed localized to their...

It is fitting that when our kids were small, my mom used to call herself “Savtarella,” the Hebrew equivalent of Grandma-ella, after that...

How is it that poetry can stir such strong memories? I accompanied my mom to her monthly poetry class where they read and discuss poems...