Add to ORKGGrandma (Kyé7e) lives at our house. She used to live at her house on the reserve but my sister, Lisa...
This essay is one of a series on my mother’s late-age composing, studying a writing project she star...
My mother has a good memory, but she is not a storyteller. She is too much of a hoarder for that. I ...
When Deb Lacktman promised her dying father that she would care for her mother, Margaret Rimato, aft...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
A reminiscent farewell to colleagues and the Virginia Center on Aging (VCoA) as Edward F. Ansello, P...
Someone’s Missing…and I Think It’s Me is a unique blend of memoir, advice, and art. Gaustad chronicl...
We Disappear tells the story of the author\u27s experiences growing up in a diplomat and Christian S...
With an undeniably compassionate and innocent voice, two-time Lexia author Tyler Morris explores Alz...
Thesis advisor: Paula MathieuThe following work is a memoir that chronicles my grandmother’s battle ...
In this paper, the author responds to the Moules and Estefan (2018) Editorial “Watching My Mother Di...
For the longest time it never occurred to me that I actually did have a mother. The facts I had just...
Age or impairment tends to render us less likely to be noticed. We can readjust how we see those bec...
My article is a very personal one. It is based on my recently published memoir, City of One, which t...
Alzheimer’s/dementiamental illnessNorth Vancouvernursingoriginalsecond loveVietnam War1920’sCanad
Grandma (Kyé7e) lives at our house. She used to live at her house on the reserve but my sister, Lisa...
This essay is one of a series on my mother’s late-age composing, studying a writing project she star...
My mother has a good memory, but she is not a storyteller. She is too much of a hoarder for that. I ...
When Deb Lacktman promised her dying father that she would care for her mother, Margaret Rimato, aft...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
A reminiscent farewell to colleagues and the Virginia Center on Aging (VCoA) as Edward F. Ansello, P...
Someone’s Missing…and I Think It’s Me is a unique blend of memoir, advice, and art. Gaustad chronicl...
We Disappear tells the story of the author\u27s experiences growing up in a diplomat and Christian S...
With an undeniably compassionate and innocent voice, two-time Lexia author Tyler Morris explores Alz...
Thesis advisor: Paula MathieuThe following work is a memoir that chronicles my grandmother’s battle ...
In this paper, the author responds to the Moules and Estefan (2018) Editorial “Watching My Mother Di...
For the longest time it never occurred to me that I actually did have a mother. The facts I had just...
Age or impairment tends to render us less likely to be noticed. We can readjust how we see those bec...
My article is a very personal one. It is based on my recently published memoir, City of One, which t...
Alzheimer’s/dementiamental illnessNorth Vancouvernursingoriginalsecond loveVietnam War1920’sCanad
Grandma (Kyé7e) lives at our house. She used to live at her house on the reserve but my sister, Lisa...
This essay is one of a series on my mother’s late-age composing, studying a writing project she star...
My mother has a good memory, but she is not a storyteller. She is too much of a hoarder for that. I ...