“I found my thrill…” I started. “On blueberry hill,” the group answered. It is astounding what the brain can recall, even when that brain is
“Oh, wasn’t that so wonderful?” Rachel sighed happily, climbing into the bus. We had just visited a local daycare to read to some children there.
This is our baby station for our residents with dementia. One of my residents, Agnes*, was walking down the hallway carrying one of the babies
“Mike’s Auto Shop. Krispy Kreme Donuts, hot donuts. Sears,” she said. Vera* was reading every single sign we passed on the road. Vera’s dementia has