I celebrate this holiday as a reminder that I am not alone in this world and that there is hope at the end of the longest, darkest tunnels.
Community. Beyond being a cult classic NBC sitcom, it’s also a key institution to ancient and modern societies alike. At the onset of the pandemic, a lot of us mourned the communities that were so integral to our daily lives. Many folx took for granted the budding entrepreneur grinding every day at your local coffee … Continue reading Don’t You Forget About Me
My mother remembered a lot of the words to our favorite Christmas carols. Surprisingly, my father chimed in with his baritone voice... "deep in heavenly peace."
As a caregiver, particularly to someone living with dementia, I suppress my emotions so as not to trigger inconsolable fear or sadness in my mother. See, for someone with Frontotemporal Dementia, it can be nearly impossible for them to recognize, compartmentalize, and regulate emotional responses. Learning of the death of a loved one could lead to attempts to take one's own life, but the death of a perfect stranger or familiar celebrity may have an equally significant impact.
"The changes in my appearance are not due to some personal failure... [but] are illustrative of my commitment to keeping myself and my faily safe amid a global pandemic. My fluffier waist and coiled hair are badges of honor, as I choose to honor my mother and father."