Lake George. The day after the family meeting is always quiet. Maybe particularly so, after a weekend of activities, the gathering of generations to discuss age-old considerations for our shared property. Read the rest of this entry »
June is National Alzheimer’s and Brain Awareness Month. It’s also the month of my mother’s birthday. She would have been 99 today. In honor of this special month, I’m sharing this piece I wrote about Mom and the place she loved most in the world. It was recently published in eCareDiary.
For the last 14 years of her life, my mother lived with Alzheimer’s. She forgot where she’d left her checkbook, if she’d eaten, how to find her way to the store and, eventually, even the names of people she loved. Yet, she always remembered the place where she had grown up. Read the rest of this entry »
In honor of Mother’s Day, I am sharing a piece I wrote about my mom. Happy Mother’s Day to all!
Around Father’s Day last year, I went digging through some old photos, and I posted a picture of my father from my wedding. I didn’t give it a thought, until I found this similar photo of my mother from the same time and realized I had never posted it in honor of Mother’s Day. It got me thinking. Why?
This has long been a topic of interest to me. Why? Because my mother lived with Alzheimer’s disease for 14 years, and my daughter was born with Celiac disease. I experienced the devastation of both these conditions, was the link between them, in fact. So, if there is anything positive I can add to the conversation about healing and supporting those with Celiac and Alzheimer’s, I would do it in a heartbeat. Read the rest of this entry »
After packing and saying our goodbyes to Jean and Vicki, Gilda and I drove south towards Alligator Alley. I was excited to be driving across Florida and to get a view of the everglades. My father, a civil engineer for the Army, had worked throughout South Florida on various projects before I was born. The names of towns were familiar to me because I had grown up listening to him talk about them.
While I felt as if I were home and had hopes of catching a glimpse of an alligator, Gilda’s husband Stu had warned her not to get out of the car because he’d been warned there were large snakes in the area. Gilda wasn’t sure what to do when I pulled over and asked her to take a photo of me by the water. Read the rest of this entry »