Today, when I saw Ed at the facility where he lives, he was extremely lucid; and it was very painful for both of us. The first thing he said to me was that he felt as though he were in another world. He told me he didn’t want to be around people with his disease (he doesn’t remember that it’s…
While in New York for the opening of my photography show at the Andrea Meislin Gallery, I bundled myself up—added a few extra layers—and set off for a Chelsea gallery to see new images by one of my favorite photographers, William Eggleston. Not everyone loves his work, but I’m a big fan. Eggleston photographs ordinary objects that are usually invisible…
Read MoreThe opening of my solo show of photographs from “I Still Do” was yesterday at the Andrea Meislin Gallery in New York. There was a wonderful turn-out and I loved every minute of the event. I was also very touched by the people who showed up: there were four women who were high school classmates of mine with whom I…
Read MoreIt’s sad when celebrations and special days lose their meaning. Ed’s birthday is on November 29—my family and I always combined our Thanksgiving dinner with a birthday celebration for Ed. It was part of our ritual and we always looked forward to our own tradition of carrot cake and candles at the end of our Thanksgiving dinner. When our…
Read MoreEarlier this week, friends of ours from Virginia stayed with me for several days. It was wonderful spending time with them—lovely, easy and stimulating. We talked about everything, as friends do, including Ed. We reminisced about the time Ed made his fourth hole-in-one and how I held a surprise party for him and gave everyone a baseball cap with FOA…
Read MoreI’ve always been interested in memory and there was a time in my life when I wanted to do research on the subject. That was until I realized that statistics was a necessary part of the program. So, I altered my career goals—but my interest in memory continued. How ironic that, many decades later, I would be married to a…
Read MoreWhile I was signing copies of “I Still Do” at my New York book launch, I was deeply touched by several people who tried to tell me their story but were so new at it, so raw, that they couldn’t complete their first sentence without crying. There were hugs, and Kleenex tissues passed, and then—slowly—the stories came. In two situations,…
Read MoreLife has a way of interfering with blogging; at least my life has. Since I last blogged, I’ve had to move my husband to a facility near our home; my book “I Still Do: Loving and Living with Alzheimer’s” has been released; I just completed a three week east coast book tour; my new photography projects have expanded and I…
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