Sex and Alzheimer’s: A Tangled Web.
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Casting a spell is done by the lovers among us; no exorcism needed. Anyone who’s had a broken heart knows words and potions don’t work anyway. And, unless you’re a crazy cat lady, the likelihood of being under the spell of a lover’s words is far greater than being enchanted by a black cat. Loving someone calls out parts of us untouched by anything else. Loving and being loved is the genesis […]
First published on Disability.gov For 70 years she put up with his (sometimes volcanic) rumblings. He doted on her with diamonds, and was a poorer father for it. The youngest of 5 much older siblings, she was babied into being passive and timid. He was a blustering bad boy who loved control; a lifelong natural at most things mechanical. He took seriously his duties as a man, a spouse, […]
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,500 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 58 trips to carry that many people. Wowee zowie! There’s still a long way to go in making people aware of invisible disabilities. And that so many of us experience […]
I love presents; who doesn’t? Wrapped or unwrapped, gifts can be delightful. And while this holiday giving season is over, shopping for next year’s holiday has already begun. My gift to you is a gift-giving guide of sorts. Garnered from over a quarter-century of giving presents great and small here are some pointers: Buy now based on later. That little boy will be a year older by time the next […]
I keep a book in my office and if I had a coffee table, it would be on it. It’s red, with a coffee spill down the front that’s dried into a Rorschach-kind of thing. Nifty for it to be in a therapist’s office. Inside, dozens of clients have written their “should’s”. It’s not instructive to describe what they said; more than likely, their self-flagellations are the same as yours. […]
I’d forgotten all about them, so when my husband plunked down dusty, dirty old boxes for me to go through, I inwardly groaned at more work. What I found caused me to turn off the TV, plop down on the floor, and get teary. Some things are personal. It’s okay, healthy even, to keep private some things, especially from your partner. You disrespect all three of you by telling all, […]