Marco Curt Davids, Alzheimer’s Blogger: One Day at a Time
Memories will fade, but my Alzheimer’s journey will live on in my words. By Marco Curt Davids My journey with Alzheimer’s started when I heard through the family grapevine that my father’s
Memories will fade, but my Alzheimer’s journey will live on in my words. By Marco Curt Davids My journey with Alzheimer’s started when I heard through the family grapevine that my father’s
By Daniel Kenner After many long months of exhaustive family struggles, cognitive and behavior changes and, a lengthy process of medical evaluations and tests, my dad, Buddy, received the devastating diagnosis of
By Peter Maeck The experience of writing a poem, play, or story, or creating a photograph, is like riding a train through wonderful, unexpected scenery. When I wake up in the morning
By Jack Fussell On January 12th, 2013 I left Skidaway Island State Park near Savannah Georgia. I traveled westward to Monterey, California. 2,594 miles were on foot pushing a jogging stroller. 458
By Sharleen Scott Her name was Judy, and I married her son. She was a Depression-era child who grew up in the Pacific Northwest forests, traveling with her grandfather’s logging company. She
By Arthur Levine Last night I lit a Yahrzeit candle for my father, who’s been gone for two years. And I decided, at the last second, that rather than sing a traditional
By Charles Schoenfeld Few men are caregivers in the traditional sense. For most of us, I believe, it’s an uncomfortable suit we would rather not wear. Our mantra, “Let the Women Handle
By Ron Cooper Every day in the Alzheimer’s ward of Mom’s nursing home, she and her fellow residents engaged in exercises to strengthen their minds. One day, the activities aide held up