flute flies & love taps
September 11, 2017: Mom had a great sense of humour. She spent more time laughing…
Browsing: home
still flying those night flights
This is a poem to remember August evenings, summer, travel, dreams, hope, death, grief, rebirth,…
an alzheimer easter egg hunt
I had intended to leave home over the Easter weekend 2012. It was to be…
happy big bird day!
I didn’t know I was shaking hands with an angel when I met Caroline (aka…
the day our best wasn’t good enough
November 16, 2012: I took the photograph before nine; I know for sure because Caroline…
yesterday if not sooner would have been better
Flashback November 8, 2011: “I don’t really want to have all those bags in there,” Mom…
yes mom, yes mom, three bags full
baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.…
homeward bound: poetic grief and hopeful song
The vapour trails are scarcely visible in the image above, but they were as clear…
50 names not to call alzheimer’s me
“Calling me ‘dear’ is like a red flag to a bull,” I once said to…
20 expert tips for the driving dilemma conversation
Two of the biggest among the multitude challenges facing many Alzheimer’s dementia care partners are:…