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Miriam Green

Frailty

One of the residents in Mom’s facility fell last week and broke her arm. Her eye is horribly bruised, and she must now be helped with...

Miriam Green

Four Generations

When my son and his family came for the weekend, we were able to visit Mom for about a half hour before Shabbat came in. Roi, who is 2½,...

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Good and Bad

Like all of us, Mom has good days and bad days. There are times I’ve visited her where she can barely keep her eyes open. Other times,...

Miriam Green

Vanishing Act

“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...

Miriam Green

It's Too Darn Hot

I never cease to be amazed by peoples' reactions to Mom. Sometimes she embarrasses the hell out of me. Today, when we were in the...

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Death and Moving

To paraphrase a quote attributed to Ben Franklin, nothing is certain except death and moving. These past two weeks have been emotionally...

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There's No Place Like Home

When my dad was away in September, in my naiveté, I thought it would be easy to drive Mom and myself and her caregiver Sahlee to my home...

Miriam Green

I Screwed Up

I inadvertently broke one of my precepts on taking care of an individual with Alzheimer's. I took Mom to Ikea. You might not think that's...

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My Daughter's Art Project

I knew they’d be hanging there, knew I’d have to share the paintings with others. Yet they still caught me by surprise. It’s my...

Miriam Green