My mother and I were in what I call “agreed denial” about her growing health concerns.
My adoptive mother – 50 years older than me, widowed, with Parkinson’s and a mild heart condition, fiercely independent and determined to live alone – was noticeably declining. Me – in my late 30s, married, raising three daughters, founder and director of a private school in an Atlanta suburb, juggling all of my responsibilities – lived in perpetual worry about my mother.  → Read More

I used to think I knew what there was to know about Alzheimer’s disease: memory loss. But even if I knew it all, nothing could have prepared me for what I’ve learned about Alzheimer’s from the inside.  → Read More