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My mother was a badass. Not in a Xena Warrior Princess kind of way, but a warrior nonetheless. She was 5’ 2” but her nickname was “Big...

There is a sound reverberating through the house tonight. It’s the sound of my mother’s labored last breaths. She will soon find her way...

“Do you know where mom’s teeth are?” my brother asked from the other end of the phone line. “No,” I replied, “She had taken them out...

If I had to create a handbook for dealing with Alzheimer's, it would be two words long: Expect anything. Every day is an adventure. Oh...

Heartbreak can look like many things. An ice-cream cone upside down on a sidewalk, the plaintive wail of a mother in mourning, a goose...