Caregiving Takes a Team

Ah — autumn! The crisp cool weather, the colorful leaves … and the smell of football is in the air. This time of year I’m reminded of the days of my youth when I spent countless hours watching my pop and brother practicing football in the backyard, watching high school games my brother starred in, and watching our beloved Buffalo Bills on TV. At a very young age, I was raised to be a football fan. In the years between …

Keith Richards to Publish Children’s Book About His First Guitar

Who put the first paintbrush in the hands of Leonardo da Vinci? The stylus in the hands of Auguste Rodin? The guitar in the hands of Keith Richards? We may never know the first two. But with the news that Richards will publish a children’s book about his first guitar on September 9, we can pinpoint the third: It was Theodore Augustus Dupree, Richards’s maternal grandfather. The culture-shaping moment when that handoff occurred will now be captured by Richards in …

Stories to Share: Helping Seniors Write About Their Lives

There was one about a blind date. There was another about keeping kosher, but sneaking BLTs. And then there was one about our family’s store surviving the Great Depression thanks to help from a friend. Sign up for the AARP Health Newsletter Pop Pop used to love telling stories. He was 96 when he passed away last fall, which gave us almost 30 years together. That’s a lot of time to talk-and a lot of time to listen. I feel …

Make Your Life Story Award Winning: Be in the Moment

Your life story is written by one person and only one person and that is YOU. We create each and every page of our unique life story. Each moment becomes part of our own personal blueprint.  Your story will be like no one else’s. You can decided whether you are going to be a hero or a bully or a best friend, a good spouse…whatever the title, the adjective, the noun…you plug them into the script. Each new day we are …

My Mother, My Grandmother, My Daughter, Myself

Note: this is first in a series of posts about women and Alzheimer’s When I was home during intersession in my junior year of college, I went with my mother to visit my grandmother in a nursing home.  She had what was called “hardening of the arteries.”  An articulate, determined, domineering woman-of-her-era, she was now a confused, rambling old lady.  I watched as my mother gathered her mother’s soiled laundry to wash at home.   Until then, my mother’s laundering skills …