It was a rare night that Douglass and I both didn't visit Mama at the nursing home. But this night we were running late so I went alone ...

     Over the years many have asked me how we moved Mama  cross country  from NYC to suburbia in California and why. It wasn't an easy d...

There are days I couldn't face visiting Mama and rare though they were, I had to listen to my inner voice and not visit. It would only m...

I woke up in a sweat startled from a terrifying nightmare. Believe it or not I still dream about Mama and sometimes the dreams are not alway...

When I was a caregiver for Mama, everyday was Mother's Day. Like it or not, it was all about her. Whether it was doing her nails, bringi...

I'm going down memory lane because it's that time of year... Mama's birthday. Douglass and I would always do something special f...

Over the years many people have asked me how I came up with the title "Dementia- Mama-Drama".  Here's an excerpt from our book...

Going through some old photos one stood out from the rest. It was a photo of mama and me having a glass of red wine. It brought back memorie...

Since I recently moved, I was going through a few boxes of Mama’s that I kept and came across a bunch of greeting cards. Mama loved greeting...