The Alzheimer Society of Canada posted a short piece I wrote about my mother, originally published in Geist magazine.

See it here.

Snacks! said Emily’s sister, and they started toward the pet store. Where are you going? Emily asked. Her mother turned around. Remember those dog biscuits that someone left at the house? Well, we tried them and they taste really good. I looked at the ingredients, and they have no sugar or artificial colouring.
Read the whole piece on the Geist website.

When my mother Midge got Alzheimer’s Disease at the age of fifty-three, my rabbi taught me the prayer that Moses said to God when God struck his sister Miriam with leprosy: El na refah na la—Heal her, Lord, please heal her. I said the prayer on and off for the next seven years even though there was no possibility of healing.

Download the pdf of the whole article here.

When you walk into the Waponahki Museum and Resource Center in Perry, Maine, the first thing you see is a life-sized plaster mannequin of a man dressed in traditional Waponahki clothing—fringed pants, fringed bands around his upper arms, bare torso, long black hair. Someone has stuck a yellow Post-it note on his waist that says, “My name is Fred Moore.”

Download the pdf of the whole piece here.

While still a child, my cousin Wendy was mistaken for a girl by the women in our family, who kidnapped her from the next door neighbour’s shed where the kids were dissecting a dead cat.
Read the whole piece on the Geist website.