My mother is slipping away. Last week, she asked me, “Are we sisters, or cousins, or what?” The week before, she looked at me vaguely and said, “What are you to me? Are we related?” Last night, she decided to “cook” a frozen dinner in the microwave and evidently set it for a lllloooonnnnggggg time. It “cooked” until it caught fire. I was up with her all night long one night last week. We have a doctor’s appointment today, for... Read more