This week marks the 5th anniversary of my blog, The Lost Kitchen, which features the ups and downs of caring for my mom who has...

When I saw Mom on Friday, I came home sad and depressed. Mom had a bad cold, and it was clearly affecting her abilities. When we pulled...

When my son and his family came for the weekend, we were able to visit Mom for about a half hour before Shabbat came in. Roi, who is 2½,...

There are some days when I feel my mom so intensely, it is uncanny. Today was such a day. I woke up in a bad mood, as if the wind and...

Mom was so delighted to see my dad today. It was as if her grey existence suddenly became bright, as if she knew she was missing...

I have been impersonating my mom to pay my parents’ credit card bills, sort out the cable provider, turn down business solicitations,...

Mom took my cold hand in her palm and started rubbing it. “You’re so cold,” she said. “I just came in from outside,” I told her. I...

Sometimes, standing still is a good thing. Mom seems to be in a holding pattern in her new Alzheimer’s ward. She exhibits a wide range of...

It’s taken me a good while to figure out and accept that my best visits with Mom are fleeting—short, intense half-hour “dates” that allow...

I often think that life in a seniors’ residence must be routine, maybe even boring. And perhaps it is. If you have Alzheimer’s, the...

I’ve been wandering around inside this holiday trying to find my spiritual compass. It doesn’t help when Mom, on being told it’s...

I was deliriously joyful when I visited Mom on Sunday. She was so alive, filled with happiness and seemingly present, and happy to have...

How quickly I go from elation to despair—from reveling in my brother Simon’s impromptu three-day visit to anguishing over the person most...

Instead of observing and complaining about how Mom is becoming weak, I decided to do something about it. We’d assumed that Mom was...

November is Bladder Health Awareness Month, according to the National Association for Continence (NAFC). This is the first you’ve...

What a melancholy experience to go through Mom’s closet choosing winter clothes for her. The season has turned, and now Mom needs sweat...

“It’s my daughter, Miriam,” she said as I entered the ward. “Where were you?” How grateful I felt to be identified by Mom. I sat down in...

I blanked out while driving today. One minute I was happily driving towards the familiar intersection near my house, and the next, I...

“Should we wake her up?” I asked my daughter. Mom was sleeping soundly, her earphones planted on her ears playing her special mix of show...

Eight months of taking my mom to synagogue with me each Shabbat ended as abruptly as it started. It was this thought that struck me so...