During the early morning hours of December 20th, my mom, Kathy Jacobson, passed through a beautiful, mysterious fog into the loving arms...

For the longest time, a Himalayan salt lamp sat in my mom’s bedroom. I bought the night light during one of our last outings together,...

Time with mom is spent mostly in silence since Alzheimer's stole her ability to verbally communicate last year. Because the usual methods...

Peering into her cloudy eyes, I notice anger. I gently ask, “Are you hating life today?” With as much anger as she can project onto me,...

I write these words as I sit with my mom, who has battled Alzheimer’s since 2014. She suffered a seizure on Friday, and now we wait to...