This post was originally written for and read in its entirety before the NJ Alzheimer’s Disease Study Commission – a body of individuals charged with studying and making “projections about the future impact” of Alzheimer’s…
Momma is curled up on her side in the bed, still wearing the pink blouse Tracy dressed her in yesterday morning. There is a wide circle of chicken broth stained to her…
A magic white pill and the morning slips by. I sleep until he does, on the couch, within earshot. When his feet hit the kitchen, I wake. “It’s 10:00!” he exclaims, staring…
I often take Momma to the grocery store with me or for walks around the neighborhood. She gravitates toward every living thing that mirrors her own exuberance – babies & children, neighbors…
