Monthly Archives: March 2011

Up

Up Alice often sees my father high in the branches of one of our maple trees. At first I wondered if he was “up a tree,” as in a difficult or embarrassing situation.  Or was it Webster’s sense of the … Continue reading

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Apples are Better

apples are better My mother, Alice, was never a starving Armenian. Still, she dreams about food, the way a starving person might. Most people with Alzheimer’s lose interest in meals. Instead, hunger consumes her. Her particular conformation of plaques and … Continue reading

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Aliceheimer’s

Aliceheimer’s “Dana, am I going crazy? You would tell me if I had lost my marbles wouldn’t you?”  I’ve heard these questions many times. Repetition. Anyone who lives with Alzheimer’s knows from repetition. As her rudder, I always supplied my … Continue reading

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Alice Ungrounded

My father was the one to read Alice in Wonderland out loud to us on the big stuffed chair, my brother and I saddle-bagged on either side of him. But it was my mother, Alice, who took us to the … Continue reading

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Flight

The summer I was fifteen, just as I was about to fly alone to Brazil, I read Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying. Bad idea. I checked in with my mother, Alice, about my mounting trepidations. She said, “Driving is far more … Continue reading

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