25 things motorcycle riders have in common with people who live with dementia
I bought a motorcycle in late August 2021. Learning to ride it has been a bit of a rollercoaster, just like learning how to care for my mom who lived…
I bought a motorcycle in late August 2021. Learning to ride it has been a bit of a rollercoaster, just like learning how to care for my mom who lived…
I first created and shared this post on June 22, 2014. I’m republishing it again on June 4, 2020, because today I have felt joyful after what has seemed a…
I scribbled this poem during one of my writing group sessions in spring 2016 when I was still caring for my mom who lived with Alzheimer disease. I was…
This post was originally written and first published in May 2013. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amazing grace. The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace. Not of…
Yesterday just after sunset the horizon was mix of black and blue, silhouetted trees, fading light and the promise of tomorrow. Last night the moon shone through my window and…
My Mom, Patti, soon to be eighty-five and in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease, can’t really carry on a “sensible” conversation anymore. Mom’s friend Gaby is ninety-seven. While Mom…
In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely. Things…
Life breaks my heart. There it is land-sliding Down my lover’s shoulders When we discover death in the backyard. Life dissolves my heart. There it is flowing in the river Of…
According to a happiness test I once took, I score highly on the “happiness scale.” But I don’t often feel happiness. Rather, I frequently feel joy, which for me is…
Merry Christmas from Pinkie Patti and I in frosty and frozen Canada to you, wherever in the world you are. (It’s amazing what you can do when you try…) Related…