My father knew it was coming. Alzheimer’s disease had been on his radar ever since his own father died of it. Witnessing the catastrophic deterioration of a man who had been sharp enough to work for Gen. Douglas MacArthur, my...
When I was seven, my parents decided that it was time for me to learn to pray. Like any other kid, I just wanted to play with my toys or watch cartoons. At first, I threw tantrums at my...