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When Dementia Fades
She had forgotten a lot. Dementia had reared its ugly head. Perhaps it was the beginning of Alzheimers. Perhaps mom was just wearing out.
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What You Say: Readers Respond
What would you do if called upon to intervene in a public situation These readers responded to share their experiences
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2 SISTERS. 1 FATHER. WHAT A DIFFERENCE.
On my fourteenth birthday, I woke up to find my parents gone an d a note on the kitchen table that said: "At the hospital."
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Watchers, Butterfly Herders, OGs
When our oldest was in middle school, I asked why he and his brother never did anything bad.
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AN ACCIDENTAL MOTHER
It's Mother's Day. At our house we celebrate with a trip to a food court and a scary movie.
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A Basket of Joy
I am busy making Easter baskets: one for my 39-year-old son and one for my husband. My son’s treats come from Trader Joe’s because he...
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Stories My Mother Told Me
My parents made a pact to stand on every continent int he world. Then my dad died.
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The Language of Missing
My youngest son was a Peace Corps volunteer in Albania. If you don't know where Albania is, no worries. I didn't either.
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Five Things to Bring to Thanksgiving
It's Turkey time again. Time to be thankful, reflect, and fight over the drumstick at the dinner table.
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The Voice on the Radio
When I was little my parents packed my brothers and sister and me into the back of a huge station wagon every August, and off we went to Palm Springs. There was no air conditioning in the car or the budget hotels where we stayed. It was 110 in the shade if we were lucky. The kids shared one room and our parents the other. I understand now that we weren't well off.
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