Who knew that being the primary care partner for some one living with dementia would resemble parenthood of a toddler. You may find yourself following a meal schedule, hoping for nap time, and hiring someone to care for your loved one while you run errands. The difference is that you are caring for your spouse, parent ,or sibling not a toddler who responds to your routine. Also your loved one is a human that has lived a life full of many details and stories and you don’t want

I am pretty sure I was holding my breath for the first three months of the Covid 19 pandemic outbreak. My wakeful hours were spent trying to gather enough information that would give me a sense of control. My dreams were weaved with anxiety and fear. Weeks went by and I worried about the seniors that I was no longer able to support with my physical presence. I hated how tied my hands were and how helpless I felt as a dementia practitioner. In May, I had an A- HA moment that g

What in the world was happening?  The lifetime of behaviors and expectations seemed to have disappeared. In January my mother and I made plans to rent a summer home at the place where memories are made. I had two small children and Grammy Pammie was excitedly plotting out how she was going to make everything special. She was planning special outings and trips with the kids that did not include me and my husband. When we met at the beach house a very different person was prese