When hard gets harder still, the journey of dementia my mother’s on circles like a spiral and all we can do is follow her and be present with her. I wondered how it would feel when she no longer knew … Continue reading →
It was the summer of 1972 and my mother’s parents were visiting. To say my mother’s relationship with her mother was complicated is an understatement. I never realized how complicated it was until dementia brought it front and center. When … Continue reading →
W e were ring-around-the-rosy children They were circles around the sun Never give up, never slow down Never grow old, never ever die young ~ James Taylor The first time I volunteered in a nursing home it was 1976 and … Continue reading →