
A Book Review: I Love You, Mom
I love you, Mom, written by Blythe Daniel and Helen McIntosh and published by Tyndale House, is intended to be a gift from you to your mom. Continue reading A Book Review: I Love You, Mom
This will include all stories written about my mother’s battle with dementia and Alzheimer’s — during her experience and after her death.
I love you, Mom, written by Blythe Daniel and Helen McIntosh and published by Tyndale House, is intended to be a gift from you to your mom. Continue reading A Book Review: I Love You, Mom
So how can I feel so blessed? I prayed for rain today, Mother’s Day, because I wanted God to cry … Continue reading Today Is My First Motherless Mother’s Day
This post is about friends who help us to be the person we’d like to be, told through my experiences with both failure and grace. Continue reading What If You Fail to Be Who You Thought You’d Be?
When you lose someone by Alzheimer’s, you lose her progressively. Both you and the one you love experience shades of death. Continue reading Shades of Death: When You Lose a Loved One to Alzheimer’s Disease
Thinking about my own mothering moments makes me feel 16 feet tall at times. But today, my thoughts are with … Continue reading My kids make me feel 16 feet tall
My mother has loved me well. I will remember that as she remembers less and less — and love her well in return. I hate Alzheimer’s disease. Continue reading For the love of mom…
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is near enough to hear it, does it make a … Continue reading If a gift falls in the forest…
Sometimes it’s better not to know. For instance, when your husband thinks the dress you wore to work that day makes … Continue reading If she only knew…
It was on Friday that the texts regarding funeral plans flooded my phone Texas-style. My poor sister-in-law was working and … Continue reading The reports of her pending death are greatly exaggerated…
A few weeks ago, I wrote about boots — shallow topic, I know — but it got me thinking about … Continue reading “Bootiful” and a “looker”…
Last night, my oldest sister sent a text that included the photo at left, above, and the sentence, “Recognize anything besides … Continue reading A throwback at Christmas…
Writing about my “hostage situation” in McDonald’s made me think of my father’s week-long experience as a McDonald’s hostage — at least … Continue reading Singing to free the hostage…
I made the mistake of calling my mother. I was on my lunch break from work; she was safely ensconced in … Continue reading Sara: Don’t call Mom at work…
My husband noticed something was wrong. At first I hesitated. Then I told him, “No, it’s stupid.” “I can tell … Continue reading An afghan as a symbol of regret…
When my mother was first diagnosed with dementia, she had word-finding and organizational issues; now she has people-placing and event-remembering … Continue reading At a loss for words…