Life & Living
broken doors and a gun to my head
This is a dark piece of poetry. Like the joyful, tender pieces I write, this poem was born of the powerful…
Joy
we hoped for a better end
We sat across from each other knees touching, face to face, hand in hand, heart to heart on a cool day…
“good pleasure” #lastmonthwithmymom 16/07/16
July 17, 2018: One month from today, August 17, 2018, will be the second anniversary of Mom’s death. I’m looking…
10 reasons people living with dementia get up in the night, and what often happens when they do
Contrary to what many people believe, people who live with dementia behave, for the most part, in the same way the rest of us do. Their behaviour is – again,…
