Faces of Caregiving

I just needed to go to the bathroom. But even those few minutes of privacy were impossible. When I went into my closet, the bathroom...

Both of my parents died with dementia – my father in 2012, and my mother in 2015. The two people who had loved me so...

Since my mom’s diagnosis with dementia six years ago, I find myself often referring to her as my third child. I set up playdates for...

I recently moved my 87-year-old mother from independent living to assisted living. It was a tough decision, but she’d had two bad falls and often...