The petite woman knocking gently on the door of ER bay 17 last Wednesday opened it slightly and poked her head through. “May I come in?” she said softly. Everyone else had rapped loudly and bustled in and out. I nodded and moved to make room for her near the gurney where my father lay….
Tag: Alzheimer’s
Peanut Butter Cookies and (Shrunken) Shrimp Salad
(Thursday, July 18) Reversing my car down the driveway as I headed to the grocery store this morning, I backed into the 64-gallon recycling bin that I’d wheeled out for pick-up last night, knocking it over and sending milk cartons, empty jam jars, wine bottles, and garbanzo bean cans clattering into the street. The noise…
Ham and Green Pepper Quiche
I was a quiche-making dynamo on Thursday. Once a month, I cook lunch for a special group of people, about 24 in number, who are either clients or volunteers at a weekly respite care program. I call it my own Third Thursday Café. Everyone there is connected by the scourge of dementia in some form…
Cookbook Wall 