
mom knew hundreds of songs, but down in the valley was her go to
I had never heard Mom sing Down in the Valley. Ever. Until a couple of…
I had never heard Mom sing Down in the Valley. Ever. Until a couple of…
My mother, who lived with dementia, was chemically and physically restrained every day for the…
Friday March 20, 2020: To say these are challenging times is a massive understatement. But…
Sometimes you come across something that captures everything you want to say so brilliantly that…
This piece of poetic prose called “Music” is from a collection entitled “A Tapestry of…
It may seem like this post has nothing to do with dementia care advocacy, but…
Mom was in bed when I arrived on August 13, but she was articulate, alert,…
The universe’s messengers come in all shapes, sizes, colours, forms, genders, and ages. They may…
The Georgeville Neighbours’ Lunch was held (probably still is) the third Thursday of every…
Many things about the human condition are universal. Our ability to connect through music is…