Don't Judge a Book by its Cover
 
    
When I first laid eyes on him I was sure he was a derelict at best or a drug addict at worst. He was stretched out on a recliner in the hospital corridor--long wild hair framed what little I could see of his face, which was bottomed off by an equally scary a
    
The Ski Hat
 
    
I asked my friend why her son was wearing a ski hat when he arrived home one warm spring day. She told me he only wore the hat outside to protect his scalp from the sun. He and several fellow students had each shaved their heads so a classmate who was underg
    
Caregiver Fashion Statement
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My friend has finally lost it. She spent days getting her mother-in-law moved into a new residence. This required running back and forth between two cities, settling the rent and contract, and setting up the apartment to make it livable. At the end of one

    
A Dark Night, A Quiet Road, and a Few Steps ...
 
    
This story is an excerpt from the book "Ability Lane - Disability History, Culture, Care and Experience" by Tom Weiss, and is reprinted with his permission:

His nickname was, “Cheech,” and he was in an advanced stage of Multiple Sclerosis. I had been pro
    
The Eternal Hostess
 
    
Dementia does cruel things to people. Those around the demented can hardly recognize the personality that once inhabited the body that is so familiar. Conversations rarely have any sense to them. That’s how it is with me and my mother. When I’m ready to l



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