My dad’s Alzheimer’s led to a very special period in my life in which my writing focus narrowed down to an audience of one: My dad.
Because Dad and I shared a love of nonfiction, we liked to trade books and then talk about them. So it was particularly heartbreaking the day I asked Dad, over lunch, what he was reading. “Not really reading anymore,” he sai…
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