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Stone Phillips’ terrific documentary debuted on May 7 on St. Louis’s PBS channel. It’s a warm story of adult children making a tough decision about moving their aging parents. Caregivers will identify...
View ArticleCAREGIVING & HERSHEY KISSES
In “The Sense of an Ending” ( New Yorker, 5/20/13), Rebecca Mead shows how the Beatitudes Campus in Phoenix offers dementia care with a focus on flexibility and calm. Hershey kisses, “pleasurable...
View ArticleSCHOOL & ME
A yellow school bus stops kitty-corner from my house. A mom and dad walk their boy with loaded backpack to Flynn Park School. Friends arrive from Connecticut to deliver their son to his freshman year...
View Article“God and Alzheimer’s” article featured in Religion section of Huffington Post
My article “God and Alzheimer’s” was featured in the Friday edition of the Huffington Post in their religion section. I’m so pleased to get this kind of national exposure for a subject that is near and...
View ArticleOUR ALZHEIMER’S EARLY WARNING
Paul, my elderly father-in-law, telephoned: “Silvia has lost her lights.” Silvia was his wife. She had lost what? Paul began to speak in riddles. Circumlocutions around a word. Then we had to guess....
View ArticleGROUND HOG DAY 2014
A tart green orchid, fuchsia at the center, blooms in my sun room. Fragrant with cumin, lentil soup bubbles. Grainy snow covers ice outside our door. A fat Sunday paper waits for me there. Against a...
View ArticleINTO THE STORM
“God & Alzheimer’s,” my story from the Huffington Post (10/3/13), appears in INTO THE STORM: Journeys with Alzheimer’s (ed. Collin Tong). Twenty-two other writers, journalists, social workers and...
View Article“MARS”
I’m celebrating publication of “MARS,” my new creative essay, in The Lindenwood Review (Issue 4). It’s all about a journey to a faraway place that one of my grown-up kids led me on. And how I survived.
View ArticleNOVEMBER MOURNING
A November wind swirls the last leaves on the sidewalk in front of my house: ruffle-edged, yellow gingkoes and pointy red maples. Cooper and Reilly–the neighborhood Labrador twosome–bark to herald me...
View ArticleBlue Gate
This morning, the last day of November, on my walk I saw a red tile roof that sheltered a white stucco house and its arched doorways. But for the rain and wet leaves underfoot, I could have been in...
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