Her name's AG and she has Alzheimer's. She's also my 87-year-old mom. I've blogged about my strained relationship with her and my discomfort when around the elderly. I know that probably makes me Public Enemy #1. Certainly, it isn't something I bandy around like a badge of honour. For wasn't it one of God's Ten … Continue reading How can I be a better son on World Alzheimer’s Day?