How my family used a little house on the West Side to find a creative way around a crisis

It was sometime in 2012 and I was driving the long stretch from San Antonio to the Rio Grande Valley to visit my sister. And thinking, always thinking.

It was a lonely ride. My mother was in the last years of her life and was sleeping in the passenger seat next to me. Her mind and body already long-suffering the effects of dementia .

Her doctor had stopped using “Alzheimer’s disease” to talk about her health. He saw how those words affected both of us…

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