When Mom’s dementia deteriorated to the point where she could no longer resist our help, my brother and I moved her into an Alzheimer’s facility near my house. Now that our relationship has changed so dramatically (I’m the caretaker and she’s the child), I’ve been searching for a way to write about our difficult relationship. What I’ve decided on instead, is to take a different route. Rather than focus on our relationship directly, I’ll focus on my journey through her jewelry boxes. I’m expecting that I might end up in the same place, but without having to confront all the difficult issues directly. It just feels better to focus on the good stuff.
Mom’s a fashionista and a jewelry maniac. She had a passion for collecting bold jewelry from around the globe and around the corner. … [Click to read more about this site, peruse recent blog posts, or go straight to The Jewelry.]
