My sister and I ditch the Memory Care unit and battle Alzheimer’s under one roof
Stage 7, I think
I am on the phone with an old friend from NJ, who asks, “How’s your mom?”
An Old Homeless Lady and My Old Bedbound Mom Give Me Pause.
The Illusion of Control
I Knew Nothing of War
Mom Gets Violent
Now It’s Just Forth and Forth
If A Tree Falls in the Alzheimer’s Unit and Nobody Remembers, Did it Really Happen?
No, Wait… It’s Mom
Mom is sundowning like crazy, and I am pretty tired of it
But she still has a lot of words in there
In which I learn from my mother who remembers nothing
In which I listen to my mom’s voice on a cassette tape
Bringing Mom Home has no stories yet.
