A Long, Lonely Journey: Loving a Spouse Who is Living with Dementia

I am deeply grateful for the four years I spent immersed in Alice Munro’s Dear Life , and how much I learned about myself through a close re...

Memory can be such a double-edged sword. I have been thinking about content warnings, about the power of words to harm at times, heal at oth...

Doug’s care home is located on a road we’d driven many times as it’s a short cut between our house and my childhood home, when Mum still liv...

  I am not a stamper, but I’ve used this stamp multiple times this year. It reads: sometimes this time of year is just hard. In amongst the ...

Why bittersweet, I wonder, not sweetbitter? How did this compound noun come to be created in this order, putting painful first and pleasurab...

Thankful Grateful Blessed I have discovered that I am marking the passage of years by the appearance of this sign in Doug’s care home. Tha...