Mom, I am the lucky one because I had the privilege of being your daughter. I am the lucky one because you wrapped me in love, warmth,...

I bury my grief under mountains of 'to do's' and distractions. I try to maintain the mask of happiness I wear – the one that says I have...

The light finds its way through the cracks and for a minute my Mom is back. The special person I knew and adored before Alzheimer’s...

Mom, You taught me kindness. You taught me unconditional love. You taught me the importance of family and community. You taught me right...

After over a year of countless doctor appointments and scans, we finally received Mom's official diagnosis:  She had Alzheimer's. Our...

Mom, I long to spend one more day with you.   I long to return to a time when the shadow of your Alzheimer’s diagnosis was still many...

This is my Mother. This photo was taken a lifetime ago by her dad, my beloved Poppop. I cherish this picture because it captures her...

It's a strange and confusing thing to grieve someone who is still living. I guess that is why it is aptly called ambiguous grief. There...

When you see me, please ask about my Mom. Don’t be afraid to say her name. I want to tell you about her.  Because to tell you about her...

I may not wear my grief like a shiny badge visible for all to see, but rest assured it is there. It is always there. It exists in the...