A Walk with My Mother | Blogs
She still has far more sense than I will ever have. My mother. Who has Alzheimer's disease. We decided that it was a lovely day for a walk along the ocean on Portland's Eastern Promenade Trail. The sun was out. It was warm. My mother reached into the closet for her fleece jacket. "Ma," I said as brightly as the sun was shining. "It's too warm for that jacket. How about something lighter?"
