“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...

Sometimes I feel so tired and overwhelmed by the enormity of caring and loving my mom. I try hard not to show it when I’m with her,...

I washed Mom’s hair today. What a mess! For some reason, Mom, like many Alzheimer’s patients, does not enjoy bathing or showering....

I was proud of myself today for bringing Mom home from the mall with absolutely no displays of anger. It was an intense effort to be with...

Is there an alternative to giving anti-psychotic drugs and ensuring a meaningful, calm day for my mom? I sure hope so, because it saddens...

What lengths should we go to keep our loved ones safe? What are the limits of kindness? I locked Mom in her house today. This after Mom...

“You’re only fit for the gutter, you are,” she angrily spat at me. It hurts to hear her talk like that. I know my mom would never say...

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...

So much of our body is “hidden” from the world, whether it be our private areas covered in clothes, our toes snuggly fit in our shoes, or...

“What did you say?” she asks across the table. “Did you say cheese and muffins?” “What?” I laugh. “Cheese and muffins? No, I didn’t say...

I cannot take care of both my mom and my 1½-year-old grandson at the same time. Perhaps this is an obvious observation, but it became...

There is always a certain risk involved in taking Mom to the mall. She may not be able to shed her angry morning voice, she may run...

We are at a crossroads. Should we give Mom anti psychotic medication to combat her hostility and irrational behavior (i.e.,...

I lost my temper out of frustration this week. Mom had taken my coat and wouldn’t give it back. The moment I yelled at her, though, I...

I was thankful to arrive home safe and sound after my two-week trip to China. Mom didn’t realize I’d been away. I’d been keeping track of...

I will never be enough for Mom. I am second best at most. Here’s what happened. My dad went out for an early evening lecture to a retiree...

I don’t have patience for this, I thought as I listened to the woman on the phone. As part of my job, I sometimes answer a hotline for...

Each time I walk Mom home from synagogue and see her safely to her door, I am tinged with sadness. I know I’m doing the right thing by...

There is no escaping the similarities between us. Mom and I look alike. We dress alike. (We both wore blue dresses on Rosh Hashanah, and...

It has been two weeks since their move—a week since my brother Simon left—and my parents are firmly ensconced in their new home. Thanks...