From an early age I was taught to respect my elders and it started with my parents and grandparents. And, now that I think about it I can't remember a time I did not respect any one of them. When I would get upset with one of them I may have questioned my love for them but never my respect they so greatly deserved.
I was a teenager, but when my mom allowed me to shave my legs I was definitely her little girl. Even when my Daddy went with me and helped me buy my first car, I was definitely his little girl. In retrospect I suppose I have been both of my parents' little girl at one time or another.
That being said, I am my Daddy's little girl each time I begin to write. That is a gift he gave to me and we have grown to enjoy it together. The beauty found in the written word gives us as much pleasure as a rock climber reaching mountain's summit or the coach winning the big game.
Over the years my inspiration for writing has come from "life happening" primarily adapted for web sites. I began with a couple of web sites about my dogs and I was hooked.
My interest in Alzheimer's began in the 1960's with my maternal grandmother and then was whetted at the time of my meeting Arlene Francis.
Unfortunately my interest in the disease has changed to almost an obsession because it is now personal for Daddy and Mom's little girl. It has broken my heart a million times to see Mom as the victim and Daddy as her caretaker. So, with my life experiences combined with my love for writing, I write. It has proven to be a cathartic process for me and maybe a good read now and again for you.
Located on the left side of this page are links to some of my "writings", primarily about Mom. In the days to come I plan to post another page on this site with writings or short stories that will help you, the visitor, gain an appreciation for my family before AD.