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

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...

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood . . .” Frost’s The Road Not Taken was a grade school standard when I was a child, and I’m surprised tha...

As my great decluttering effort continues I am still finding scraps of paper with notes from Doug - often something as ordinary as a shoppin...

August 4th, 2012 Eleven years ago Doug was full of energy, exceptionally happy . . . and so was I.  This photograph is full of stories about...

There are questions I wish I’d asked my grandparents while they were still alive. There are questions I wish I’d asked Dad. I have recently ...

On March 11th, 2020, Doug and I shared a treat together at his care home. I don't have a photograph to jog my memory, and have no recoll...