When Mom was in the throes of Alzheimer’s Disease, her sewing room became a physical photo of what was going on in her mind. Things were in odd places or lost. Clutter began to be the norm. Everything seemed to be in disarray. Her kitchen mirrored more of her diminishing ability to organize. And her checkbook was next to impossible to figure out. Everything was bent out of shape. Since I cared for Mom on a regular basis, my heart ached for her. She used to be so kind and loving and always wanting to help others for as long Read More