Why do bad things happen to good people? Why does a kind, loving, and generous person like my Mom have Alzheimer's? Why, of all people,...

I’m not losing you once, I’m losing pieces of you every day as this disease relentlessly takes you from me, from all who love you. I’ve...

Truthfully, I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. It’s not that I am against love (quite the opposite!), I just prefer to show it in quieter,...

Pictured here are my son and my Mom. A 12-year-old boy, full of life, laughter, and curiosity—sometimes unsure how to act or what to say...

Hope is a fleeting sensation of joy, gratitude, and love that flits and flutters like a butterfly in the pit of your stomach. Hope is a...

Mom, Tell me everything is going to be alright. Tell me you’re proud of me. Tell me how you’re doing. Tell me you’re thinking about me....

You know how some people have a laugh that sticks with you? My mom is one of those people. Her laugh is truly infectious. The kind of...

You are forever my Mother, and I am forever your daughter. As much as this disease tries to steal, as much as it tries to challenge and...

I’ve often caught myself saying things like, 'My mom doesn’t know who I am,' or ‘She no longer recognizes me’ when people ask about...

In the wake of my Mother's Alzheimer's diagnosis, several friends and even family members, quietly fade into the background. While we...

In the quiet, my grief visits me. It bangs on the door of my heart, leaving bumps and bruises in its wake. It holds up a mirror to my...

I can still see you in the stars. Your radiant light, a diamond in the endless night sky, assuring me of your presence from the heavens...

You came to me in a dream. Or was it a dream? It felt so real. You appeared out of nowhere like a wondrous mirage — my beautiful Mom...

I hope 2025 gently takes your hand, cradles your weary heart, and offers you the space to just breathe. I hope it transforms your wounds...

When the funeral ends and the world moves on, don't forget about the one who is grieving. It is in this space of the “after” where normal...

My Mom couldn’t tell me she was scared, but I could read it on her face. The worry, the fear, shown clearly in her eyes. Just days before...

Sometimes in grief, the silent moments are the loudest. When the world quiets, grief awakens. In the space of solitude, it finds its...

There are angels among us. These beautiful spirits travel amidst us each day, leaving signs of their presence and love. And though we...

Mom, Alzheimer's has held you physically captive here on earth, while taking all the beautiful parts of you - your memories, your words,...

Where there is joy and laughter, there is hope. Where there is belonging and community, there is hope. Where there is a grateful heart,...