by Pennie Nichols | Apr 19, 2023 | Alzheimer's Essays
I fussed at mom but I think she was right. That I ever questioned her feels like a betrayal now. Why did I think I knew more about the mind and body that she had lived in for eight decades? She had always been in tune with her body and she saw the Bull coming from a long way off. She told us, but we didn’t start listening until she received the medical diagnosis.
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by Pennie Nichols | Nov 2, 2022 | Stories and Poems
Friction can wear away at a surface, at a person, but we couldn’t live in a frictionless world.
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by Pennie Nichols | May 27, 2022 | Alzheimer's Essays, Family and Friends
For these eight days away from home at home, mom has been whole. For me, anyway. I close my eyes and I see her through my front window. She’s weeding the walkway to my porch.
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