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Tag: Alzheimer’s Disease
She Never Liked Pink: My Mother’s Perfection
This was my mother in 1938. The picture was taken at Niagara Falls. She was on her honeymoon, delayed several months while she and my dad gathered their resources. They kept track of their expenses in a small black notebook, noting every gas purchase,… Continue Reading “She Never Liked Pink: My Mother’s Perfection”
Hints of What was to Come: My Parents at 75
My parents were still thinking it was funny when my mother put the butter in the dishwasher. They had no idea what was down the road for them. How much covering up my dad would do, how many excuses he’d make, how many things… Continue Reading “Hints of What was to Come: My Parents at 75”
Deep Winter Friday Round-Up
I can’t be in a clinical trial because I have a magnet in my head. I wrote about this a few days ago – being offered the opportunity to be in a research project testing the efficacy of an Alzheimer’s prevention drug. But regular… Continue Reading “Deep Winter Friday Round-Up”
Risky Business
Alzheimer’s Disease is just drenched in stigma. It’s the leprosy of our time, the worst possible thing that could happen. Your hands will fall off, your nose, parts of you will drop to the ground, strewn about the landscape, and people will run away… Continue Reading “Risky Business”
Cracked
Yesterday I made a fried egg sandwich, ate it, left the house to go shopping, came back two hours later, and turned the burner off under the frying pan. I thought maybe I should put an X on the calendar so we could have… Continue Reading “Cracked”
Truth or Dare
The little box with the DNA swab for my Alzheimer’s bad gene test came in the mail yesterday. The nice people at the Alzheimer’s Prevention Registry that coordinates research on Alzheimer’s sent it to me. The deal is they don’t tell me if I… Continue Reading “Truth or Dare”
Virginia’s Voyagers
I’ve written about my mother many times. She was an enigma, the entire time I knew her. She was cool, gathered, quiet and definite. She was tailored and streamlined, her blouse always pressed and her seams straight. She was careful and spare. Her entire… Continue Reading “Virginia’s Voyagers”
Arc
The ball sailed through the air, powered by my mother’s perfect stroke, her stance at the backyard tee textbook beautiful, the arc of her swing like the flight of a ballerina’s arm. She held her club aloft, holding her follow-through, waiting for her ball… Continue Reading “Arc”
Time Travel
Never mind It’s nothing I forgot It just comes to me Now and then Whistling Like a tiny train across the desert Of what is left of my memories Songs on the car radio Tuned to then Going away and coming back
Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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