Asking for help is humbling. But at two different times last week, I had absolutely no other choice.

A friend has helped me think afresh about anger. I’m going to claim it, use it, unleash it against the mess we’re in.

I’ve written about the privilege and the burden of caregiving. Now I’m thinking about how to experience the former more than the latter.

I’ve been wrestling with whether or when and where Evelyn should move to a care community. Will God give me the answers through the advice of my friends?

We have a wonderful support network, and I realize most of it stems from one source: the church. Despite the church’s many flaws, I thank God for the church!

Tuesday was a LONG day! Things are looking better on Wednesday.

Even this small compromise of my energy reminds me that my good health is vital for our household to function these days.

Different to be sure, but Christmas this year didn’t go unmarked or uncelebrated. We’ll always remember how we “kept Christmas” at the end of 2023.

We’re not sending cards this year, but maybe this heartfelt greeting will be enough to take their place.

A friend wrote after reading last week’s post to say, “I’m deeply moved by your practice of gratitude.”

Different is the category for every aspect of our life right now. Christmas will simply fit the pattern.

Gratitude can fall into one of two categories. Most often it fits in both.

Three quotes give me something to remember that will help lighten my caregiving load.

A slice of our life to give a broader picture of our every day with Alzheimer’s. Memory is only the beginning of the problems.

Rereading a post from one year ago reminds me the cycle continues and the circle won’t end.

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.