A copy of the Serenity Prayer is posted on my refrigerator. Such a beautiful reminder of the seasons of life. “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.” Wisdom was a frequent prayer as I worked in various …
This blog began as therapy for the Alzheimer’s journey in our family. Then it slowly morphed into more posts about hope. But how did it all begin? What was the impetus for sharing my words in cyberspace? The thief first appeared as a slight blip on the memory screen. A word forgotten, a key chain …
Something about houses attracts the hope within. Tudors with their brick facades, happy bungalows — especially the ones equipped with porch swings, cottages framed by specialty gardens. The memoir I am writing is focused around the theme of various houses in which I have lived. Maybe I should have become a realtor. The house Mom …
Does it matter what type of house we live in – especially when the walls scream memories and we never have a change to say good-bye.
How can a family deal with Sundowner Syndrome and find hope?