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

It is up to us to give them the tools to continue their lives in the public sphere as long as possible.

Mom is no longer in our orbit of care. Neither I nor my father—who still visits her everyday—can know what befalls her during her day.

I was privileged to have an intimate conversation with a young acquaintance whose father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.

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

It is a relinquishing of myself to be with Mom in the now. Pretense and artifice and having other things to do falls away.

New technologies and medicines are years away; music is here and now.

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

There is no reasoning with Alzheimer's. Nor is there an ability to recognize an authority figure who may be acting on your behalf.

It’s not a matter of how many goodbyes we have left, but how many hellos

Current events have a way of affecting all aspects of Israeli life, even my mom’s. She’s not cognizant of what happens outside the walls...

Here’s the secret: Knowing that Mom could not be with us, it was easier to shut her out of my mind completely.

It is amazing how small our worlds can shrink when we are ill—physically, emotionally, even intellectually.

I was having a lovely time laughing and singing with Mom today. Most of what we talked about was nonsense, but she was in a relatively...

Are bed rails a hazard or are they helpful devices in a dementia ward? I’ve seen horrifying photos recently on Facebook groups of loved...

I spent an emotional day in the Israeli coastal town of Netanya on Sunday, reading from my book, The Lost Kitchen, and talking to my...

My sweet, beautiful, lively mother has forgotten how to walk. This is the second time in a month that Mom is on antibiotics. If something...

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...

The funny thing about talking to someone with Alzheimer’s is that you never know where the conversation will end up. My husband Jeff and...

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...