Plums and Paintings
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