On the Podcast: Poetry for the Dementia Journey
By Marianne Sciucco, New York, USA In celebration of National Poetry Month, we hosted a gathering of poets on April 18th to share work inspired by their dementia experiences. Why poetry? We
By Marianne Sciucco, New York, USA In celebration of National Poetry Month, we hosted a gathering of poets on April 18th to share work inspired by their dementia experiences. Why poetry? We
By Patrick J. McTaggart, Scotland In May 2022, I published a collection of poems in the book “Our Dementia Journey,” charting my family’s experiences with dementia since my dad’s diagnosis. It included
By Felicia Mitchell, Virginia, USA Years ago, I had a disconcerting dream. Downstairs in my childhood home, I was talking to my mother. When I looked up the stairs, there she was,
By Marianne Sciucco, New York, USA An Invitation April is National Poetry Month Please join us for a virtual celebration of poetry for the dementia journey on Tuesday, April 18th at
By Marianne Sciucco, New York Susan J. Farese, MSN, RN is the author of Poetic Expressions in Nursing: Sharing the Caring, poems written when she became a nurse poet in the 1990’s.
By Patrick J McTaggart, Scotland Our Dementia Journey is a collection of heartfelt and emotional poems about my family’s journey with dementia, including messages of hope and advice for those on the
By Linda Austin Konnichi wa, obaasan, o-genki desu ka? My Japanese mother suffered from Alzheimer’s. She spent her last three years in a care home and I went there nearly every day
By Deb Bunt, England, United Kingdom In September 2020, Slow Puncture was published. Along with the elation which accompanied publication, there was also another, more visceral, emotion. Fear! What if people hate
By Mary Crescenzo, California, US After decades as a pioneer in working with persons with Alzheimer’s/dementia using the arts to achieve alternative, complementary ways of connection, I knew I had to share
By Susan J. Farese, MSN, RN I grew up in Northern N.J. during the late 1950’s in a quaint, predominantly blue-collar Polish town. I attended parochial elementary school until eighth grade, when
