
Cooking for My Father: A Cancer Diary
It’s always been one of my signature traits that I don’t know how to cook. “Melanie’s hopeless in the kitchen,” my sisters would shrug, as
It’s always been one of my signature traits that I don’t know how to cook. “Melanie’s hopeless in the kitchen,” my sisters would shrug, as
Latex is one more example of a natural product with certain useful properties that are superior to anything manmade. This liquid, found in tropical rubber
A few years after a car accident that left my brother Miguel paralyzed from the shoulders down, he had to be flown to a state-of-the-art
My brother Miguel celebrated his birthday in Santa Cruz, Calif., soon after he left his job as a tenured sociology professor in Albuquerque. By the
You may feel unsettled when your mother botches her favorite recipe. Then again, who hasn’t confused tablespoons with teaspoons a few times? But as the
The deep fragrance of soy and garlic wafted out to the nurses’ station from Mrs. Lee’s room, signaling that her daughter, Mrs. Wong, had arrived
By Pat Irvine, MD It was during the busy Christmas season when I turned my car into the parking lot of the funeral home. This
Although my father had battled a rare but non-metastasizing form of cancer for 25 years, my mother had never been sick a day in her
Alzheimer’s disease is like a cat burglar. It slips into a person’s life without making a sound, and soon treasured possessions start disappearing: memory, personality,