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.

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.