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When are you taking me home? High Cost of Elder Abuse. My neighbor, Miss D died last night. She had a stroke at home a few days earlier. Her home aide and nephew were with her. I am so grateful this did not happen to her when she was all alone two years ago living with dementia. I will never forget Miss D. Facial Night with Miss D. Neighbors get facial tips from Miss D. Oh, yes, avocado and olive oil are great.

Tightly sealed to bring us joy. Bountiful bliss from the soil. I rarely see Maddie feel sorry for herself. Maddie, of course, was right.

Diary of the creation of Bluestem Pond Farm. I hear myself complaining about all the work involved in processing the vegetables coming ripe in the garden. Getting Bowled Over with Bounty.

Thoughts from the Journey; Caregiving through the Forest of Dementia. Now, What Day is It? August 13, 2015. For some reason, remembering the day of the week is the most obvious and consistently difficult task for J. Related difficulties are remembering what is happening that day and how long ago in the past an event happened.

Crafty writer, strategic thinker, curious learner. Violent murder of neighbor creates secondary victims. Like most people, I have a morning routine. The first thing I absolutely have to do is brush my teeth and check for text messages. Reported in north Fargo, it said. The morning sun was .

I Love Burning My Face Off With Mrs. I live in North Dakota. A faraway prairie land made of frozen things. We like potatoes and corn and creamed beef on toast. A bottle of sriracha sauce.