“Are you taking care of yourself?”  That was how the Yoda-like Alzheimer’s hotline counselor wrapped up our call. I had learned this hotline existed just a few days prior and this was already my fourth call.  You see, my mom has Alzheimer’s — an unfortunate diagnosis that confirmed what we had known for quite some … Continue reading My Jewish Father Hid His Struggles While Caring for My Mom. I Wish He Hadn’t.