There are so many of our body parts that are hidden from public view. I’m not talking about internal organs. I’m talking about our...

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...

Early warnings of Mom’s Alzheimer’s were present long before she was diagnosed. There were always strange incidents where Mom seemed...

“I’ll be with the dead people.” “What?” I asked into the phone. “What did you say?” “I’ll be with the dead people,” repeated Mom. I...

I want to tell you about an amazing must-see documentary called, “Alive Inside,” that shows how music can reawaken Alzheimer’s patients...

Mom is forgetting how to dress herself. The most difficult item of apparel that she must negotiate is her bra. If you are a woman reading...

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...

During my visit today, I interviewed Mom for my daughter’s final 12th grade art project. The multi-media piece will include drawings of...

I’m not going to remind Mom that her father’s yartzeit, the anniversary of his death, is coming up. He died 17 years ago just before the...

There’s an Alzheimer’s joke that goes like this: Joan and Stan are watching TV on the couch in the living room. Joan gets up. “I’m going...

It was the advertisement for the red toilet seat that caught my attention. What’s with that, I wondered, and why is it appearing on an...

This is the verse that sticks with me from last week’s Torah reading: The nakedness of your father and the nakedness of your mother you...

It was so much fun catching up with my aunt Barbara—Mom’s real sister—who is visiting with her partner Brian that I almost forgot to...

All the gates of Heaven are closed except the Gates of Tears. Berachot 32b, Babylonian Talmud The best place to cry is in the shower. You...

There it is again. That small pause as I try to retrieve a word. Ah, ah, um, think. What letter does it start with? What are its...

How can I even describe the surreal world my mother inhabits? It’s like watching an artist paint an inexplicable painting yet still be...

How do we mark the passage of time? Yes, there is the calendar with its cycle of seasons, holidays, and birthdays. And yes, we are by...

When I presented Mom with her birthday present, I couldn’t get my phone to record her reaction. The present was a big frame with eight...

When we were little, Mom would make us a crazy concoction of mashed bananas, sugar and milk to make us feel better. It didn’t matter what...

What should we give Mom as a birthday present? What would she appreciate? My dad is taking her to a local production of Fiddler on the...