Sometimes we are truly flying high, other times we are dragging near the bottom. Always, we are moving.

I understand it better now. We had a way of looking at and talking to Mom as if she were simple, as if the intelligent being who we knew...

I have been impersonating my mom to pay my parents’ credit card bills, sort out the cable provider, turn down business solicitations,...

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...

I blanked out while driving today. One minute I was happily driving towards the familiar intersection near my house, and the next, I...

In the middle of my short vacation with my family I suddenly remembered that I’d been writing a letter for my dad in Hebrew to explain...

Have you ever sat with someone who took their time eating, relishing every bite, savoring every forkful? It gave me pause in the rush of...

“It’s your birthday today,” I told Mom. “It’s my birthday?” she asked innocently. “We’ll have to have a party.” We’d already come back...

“Everything is weird. I feel like a weird person,” Mom said when she woke up from her nap. “My brain’s not functioning.” I have heard Mom...

I feel like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole into an Alzheimer’s version of Naomi in Wonderland. My dad flew to Miami two days ago, and I...

We’ve been watching National Geographic’s Emmy-nominated series, “Brain Games.” With interactive games and hidden cameras, this show...

“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...

Mom’s attention fluctuates greatly. We are walking outside noticing the red hibiscus when she veers off course and tells me she’s looking...

“Was I there, too?” Mom asks as my dad tells us about a concert they attended Monday night. “Of course,” he responds. “I don’t remember,”...

“I don’t know if I’m lost or not,” Mom said as walked in the city. We were holding hands, the sun gracing us with warmth, the sheltering...

Of all the things that happened today, Mom remembers that I spilled my coffee. Yep. All over my bag, on the chair, table and floor. We...

What’s the difference between Alzheimer’s and forgetfulness? It’s tough to see a parent age. Beyond the physical changes—faces thin, hair...