This morning I gave myself a hundred words. I'm giving them to you now. ... I’m old. My way of being old will not be anyone else’s way. I’m developing, learning, discovering. I’m finding out about other people and the world, about who I am now, and about living. I’m inconsistent, unreliable and awkward. I’ve never known the future. The unknown changes as mind, body and context change. I feel less silenced by the past, and more silenced by the context. I have more to say and offer, and less...

I've often wanted to post other people's writing on this website, but this is the first time it's happened. Mary is a treasured friend. She runs Reimagining Dementia, a global movement of 1200 people living with dementia, care partners, health and helping professionals, artists, advocates, academics and others committed to radically and creatively transforming the 'tragedy narrative' of dementia. Here she writes with openness and clarity about her mother and their relationship, her life, her...

Day fades towards dusk. Branches float air into sight, calm faint fears of spring.