![]() ![]() On one page, she reports back on her mother’s unwillingness to discuss any possibility of a problem, even as she loses track of how to exit a cab, follow directions or unclasp her hands. “But then it was important to share it, kind of like a witness: this is the horrible thing that happened to me and I was there and I’m reporting back.” Initially, Leavitt began documenting her mother’s deterioration so she wouldn’t forget it. ![]() ![]() “She lost her sense of what a daughter is.” “She didn’t just stop recognizing me,” Leavitt explains. It was beyond forgetting Leavitt’s mother lost her “ability to navigate the world, to move through space.” “This was something so big and so sad that was happening to me,” she says. It’s not the easiest story to tell, but in Tangles: A story about Alzheimer’s, my mother and me, Leavitt shares her experience of her mother’s illness with tenderness and candid pain. ![]()
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