Dear Dad, There’s only one call I have ever made on Father’s Day. And this is the first time I won’t make that call. Even last year, when you began your steep decline, the aides at Juniper brought you to the phone. You didn’t say much but I screamed I LOVE YOU OLE DAD into…
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Through the Glass, Darkly
Dear Bespectacled and Not-Bespectacled Readers, I had a terrible nightmare last night. One that I can’t shake, and has left me weepy today. In the dream, I was some place–I know not where–and I stumbled across a jumble of my dad’s glasses. All of them were there. Glasses from when he was a young man,…
The Alzheimer’s Disease Foot-in-Mouth Awards
Dear Sensible Readers, Tonight, coinciding with the Tony Awards, I’d like to offer the nominations for the Alzheimer’s Disease Foot-in-Mouth Awards. You can decide the winners! The following are actual statements that people have said to me since my dad died. I had no answers at the time, but have since come up with some…
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