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Too little, too late?
I am walking down Palisade Avenue, passing the Hebrew Home on the right, and descending the hill when I notice the street is newly paved, the line down the center a freshly painted yellow. I haven’t been here on foot … Continue reading
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Mourning
Victoria drove me to the Hebrew Home yesterday for what they call a drive-in visit. Nursing homes in New York don’t let you visit in person, not since early March, not since the city started to shut down. A couple … Continue reading
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Social Distancing
Yesterday afternoon’s walk in Prospect Park, done for the purpose of getting fresh air and cleaning out the mental cobwebs, took me past the bandshell, the site of the many free Celebrate Brooklyn concerts I’ve enjoyed over more than two … Continue reading
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Healing
For so many reasons, I haven’t written this blog in a long time. For one thing, I’m writing a book about my mom and me, and when I have time to write, I write that. For another thing, as my … Continue reading
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Tagged alzheimer's, Boyfriend, children, communication, confusion, love, memory, Mom, mothers, parents, talking
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Nostalgia
On my way to the Hebrew Home, walking up Palisade Avenue from the Metro-North train station, rain puddles trickling down the hill, I thought, inextricably, “I’m really going to miss this.” I mean, I’m going to miss these days, more … Continue reading
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Tagged alzheimer's, Boyfriend, death, family, Home, loss, love, memory, Men, mothers, time
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Happy Birthday, Mom
I haven’t written a blog post in a long time. I’ve been busy — studying, reading, planning lessons, grading papers, teaching, living my life. I still visit my mom every week, or almost every week. I still sit with her … Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day
My mom pooped in her pants yesterday. It was pretty gross. Thank god for Harriet, one of the aides on her unit, who cleaned her up. Last week and the week before, my mom threw up. She was at the … Continue reading
New Horizons
Ever since I started my new teaching job in the fall, it’s been hard for me to take a whole Saturday or Sunday to visit my mom, so I steal time away when I can to sit with her for … Continue reading
Boxing Day
I walk down the hallway toward my mom, who is leaning against her walker with her friends surrounding her. They notice me and wave as I approach. She sees me, but she doesn’t wave, and when I come up alongside … Continue reading
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Tagged children, communication, confusion, love, memory, Mom, mothers, parents, time
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Changes
“I have to pee,” my mom said, moments after I arrived for our visit. We were entering her room, and so I turned her right around and took her into the hall bathroom. The sink in her room was broken, … Continue reading
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