I call this “My Chronicle,” sort of a diary recording the steps on our journey. And this week I feel I must mention that many of them are quite pleasant.

Listen with me to the interactions between a young parent and her child, and see if you’re hearing the same phrases today.

I’ve been thinking about happiness and contentment and satisfaction. And I can report that the last goal, although not always automatic, is the easiest to achieve.

Capitalizing on the present while admitting and grieving the loss of the past is the challenge for everyone loving a person with a debilitating disease.

The blessings showered on us are all welcome—even though so many are shadowed by the unpleasant difficulties of this season.

I was getting a little bored with the book till I came to the last chapter and realized Tucci had touched something far more profound than what we’ll fix for dinner.

Sometimes memories from 20 years ago make us sad. Sometimes they do something more. That’s what happened for us this week.

The pictures were not a lie. They just didn’t include some recurring moments we chose not to post on Facebook.

Memories from just one week prove the point: I have so many reasons to be thankful.

What a blessing to get advice from friends who care, especially when it yields such positive results!

Looking at the disease, evaluating losses, taking care of myself—I’m doing all of this better because of help from my friends.

Twice in the last few days someone who sees me every week has told me they’re concerned about me. It was time to come to terms with my sadness.

A link to a piece about our experiences I wrote for Christian Standard magazine.

Rather than let the day go uncelebrated, I planned a simple dinner with friends. It was special. It was nice. An effort to be remembered but not repeated.

If accommodation is healthy and normal, why does it feel like such a burden to the caregiver?

With the daily changes in our lives, it’s difficult to decide when one chapter ended and another has begun. But crossroads like this one make it clear we’ve turned a new page.

A freezer full of food—what a reminder of how blessed our lives have been!

Another reunion with friends we’ve known for decades prompts so many memories, along with reflection on all that’s changed.

Those Superman socks made my week, which was good. Because I was forced to admit again I’m really no Superman.

I’ll always want to remember these days with people we love and moments that were almost normal.