Ready, Set, GO

Ready, Set, GO Gradually mom became less and less interest in playing games. Now when she attempted to play Monopoly, she could not remember what cards she had in her hand. Or she would yell at her brother that he did not give her enough money, even though it was...

Routine is Key

Routine is Key Fall is approaching. The leaves are turning beautiful colors of orange, yellow, and red. In my mom’s younger years, Fall was her favorite time of year. She relished working the garden and raking the leaves to keep a tidy lawn. In the Fall of 2014, my...

In the Trenches

In the Trenches It did not take me long to realize how fearful my mom was about someone: Stealing her house Taking her stuff Losing control of what she wanted to do daily One thing she was constantly doing was losing her glasses, although I must say she could do...

Knowledge is Power

Knowledge is Power It’s been, what, not quite four months since I had to move in with my mom, who has dementia. In the past three to four days, she has been lucid. Greeting me with a smile on her face, even allowing me to fix her lunch. At this point I was thinking,...

From the Frying Pan…Into the Fire

From the Frying Pan… Into the Fire In the spring of 2011, my beautiful mom, the one who cooked great meals, helped us with our homework when she could, who held two jobs to take care of us even before her second marriage to my step-father, was in the beginning stages...