Steve Glickman

But when I got a bit older, I knew they always tried to make a baby on Sunday afternoons. They would lock the door to their bedroom, but I could hear my mom moaning because I was right outside. Anyhoo, the next time that we go visit their doctor, my mom mentions sexy time because she's all about transparency. And the doctor says that hypersexuality is actually a symptom of Alzheimer's.

My mom looks down at the floor. We had been using the word dementia for years and my mom thought dementia meant the ordinary forgetfulness that comes with old age. But Alzheimer's was something entirely different. My mom looks at the doctor and she says, you don't know he has Alzheimer's. There is no test. The doctor says he has all the symptoms.

My mom looks down at the floor. We had been using the word dementia for years and my mom thought dementia meant the ordinary forgetfulness that comes with old age. But Alzheimer's was something entirely different. My mom looks at the doctor and she says, you don't know he has Alzheimer's. There is no test. The doctor says he has all the symptoms.

My mom looks down at the floor. We had been using the word dementia for years and my mom thought dementia meant the ordinary forgetfulness that comes with old age. But Alzheimer's was something entirely different. My mom looks at the doctor and she says, you don't know he has Alzheimer's. There is no test. The doctor says he has all the symptoms.

You're right, there is no definitive test, but he has it. My mom shakes her head. She can't accept it. But Alzheimer's are not. My parents enjoy their sexy time. And I realize that if I move my dad into a memory care facility, then I would be breaking them up. My parents have shared the same bed for 60 years. And they fought like cats and dogs for most of those years.

You're right, there is no definitive test, but he has it. My mom shakes her head. She can't accept it. But Alzheimer's are not. My parents enjoy their sexy time. And I realize that if I move my dad into a memory care facility, then I would be breaking them up. My parents have shared the same bed for 60 years. And they fought like cats and dogs for most of those years.

You're right, there is no definitive test, but he has it. My mom shakes her head. She can't accept it. But Alzheimer's are not. My parents enjoy their sexy time. And I realize that if I move my dad into a memory care facility, then I would be breaking them up. My parents have shared the same bed for 60 years. And they fought like cats and dogs for most of those years.

But they always made up, usually in bed. And if I send that away, it will kill them. So I start looking for in-home caretakers. I interviewed a few. We hired one, but she didn't work out. And at this point, I'd been living with them for three months, and I was going a little bit crazy. I love my parents, but I needed my life back. Then we hired Kelsey.

But they always made up, usually in bed. And if I send that away, it will kill them. So I start looking for in-home caretakers. I interviewed a few. We hired one, but she didn't work out. And at this point, I'd been living with them for three months, and I was going a little bit crazy. I love my parents, but I needed my life back. Then we hired Kelsey.

But they always made up, usually in bed. And if I send that away, it will kill them. So I start looking for in-home caretakers. I interviewed a few. We hired one, but she didn't work out. And at this point, I'd been living with them for three months, and I was going a little bit crazy. I love my parents, but I needed my life back. Then we hired Kelsey.

On her first day, my dad tells her to leave, and then he yells at me, I don't need any help. I'm fine. People with Alzheimer's have no idea how much help they need. Kelsey smiles at me and she says, it's all right. This is normal for day one. In a week, My parents had accepted Kelsey, and in a month, they fell in love with her. I moved out, and I reclaimed my life and my sanity.

On her first day, my dad tells her to leave, and then he yells at me, I don't need any help. I'm fine. People with Alzheimer's have no idea how much help they need. Kelsey smiles at me and she says, it's all right. This is normal for day one. In a week, My parents had accepted Kelsey, and in a month, they fell in love with her. I moved out, and I reclaimed my life and my sanity.

On her first day, my dad tells her to leave, and then he yells at me, I don't need any help. I'm fine. People with Alzheimer's have no idea how much help they need. Kelsey smiles at me and she says, it's all right. This is normal for day one. In a week, My parents had accepted Kelsey, and in a month, they fell in love with her. I moved out, and I reclaimed my life and my sanity.

It's been a year now, and Kelsey is a part of our family. I'm glad I was able to keep my parents together. They can have their sexy time whenever they want. And you know what? I don't need to watch. Thank you.

It's been a year now, and Kelsey is a part of our family. I'm glad I was able to keep my parents together. They can have their sexy time whenever they want. And you know what? I don't need to watch. Thank you.

It's been a year now, and Kelsey is a part of our family. I'm glad I was able to keep my parents together. They can have their sexy time whenever they want. And you know what? I don't need to watch. Thank you.

It's Christmas Eve in 2005, and I am packed and ready to go to Puerto Vallarta. My flight leaves in 12 hours, and I cannot wait to get out of Chicago. It's been an awful year. I broke up with my boyfriend of seven years and I've been living in a fog. Months of therapy, sleepless nights, just the worst year ever. But somehow I made it to Christmas Eve And I am ready to reboot my life starting now.

It's Christmas Eve in 2005, and I am packed and ready to go to Puerto Vallarta. My flight leaves in 12 hours, and I cannot wait to get out of Chicago. It's been an awful year. I broke up with my boyfriend of seven years and I've been living in a fog. Months of therapy, sleepless nights, just the worst year ever. But somehow I made it to Christmas Eve And I am ready to reboot my life starting now.

It's Christmas Eve in 2005, and I am packed and ready to go to Puerto Vallarta. My flight leaves in 12 hours, and I cannot wait to get out of Chicago. It's been an awful year. I broke up with my boyfriend of seven years and I've been living in a fog. Months of therapy, sleepless nights, just the worst year ever. But somehow I made it to Christmas Eve And I am ready to reboot my life starting now.

I cannot wait to get to that beautiful beach in Puerto Vallarta and order a pina colada served out of a coconut and kiss this awful year goodbye. I'm packed and ready to go. All I need is my passport. I look in my desk drawer, not there. I look in my file cabinet, not there. I look in my bedroom closet, my dresser, the kitchen cabinets, not there. Where the fuck is my passport? Then I panic.