Words like pearls: Poetry, Alzheimer’s, and eldercare

Doris Plaster is one of those angels who works at a nursing home, loving and caring for elders and listening to the voices so many others have forgotten about. I loved her book, Home Sweet Nursing Home, of sweet short-short stories (flash nonfiction) based on real people she attended to as a social worker. I have the honor of being featured on her blog this week, with a short-short story I wrote about my mother in keeping with the style of posts Doris writes for Hold My Hand:  A Social Worker’s Blog. Stop by and read A String of Pearls.

Home Sweet Nursing Home

Home Sweet Nursing Home is available on Amazon and on Barnes & Noble online.

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Nora Jo Fades Away: finding laughter and love in an Alzheimer’s memoir

Nora Jo Fades AwayI read Nora Jo Fades Away:  Confessions of a Caregiver several months after my mother died of Alzheimer’s, but I’m just now getting around to writing about it. I was shocked, shocked I tell you by the first few pages. Author Lisa Cerasoli has an outrageous memoir of caring for her feisty grandmother, Nora Jo, who had Alzheimer’s. Lisa left her career in acting and writing, and—with a new marriage and stepson and a toddler daughter—she took in her brandy-loving, swearing, blunt-speaking Gram. Friends said, “Are you crazy? Are you looking to get divorced?” She did survive, she only went crazy a lot, and she did not get divorced because of it, thanks to an easy-going and patient husband. The kids were troopers.

Taking care of an Alzheimer patient is no piece of cake—especially if you’ve got kids to look after, too. Lisa is very open and tells it like it is, colorful language (both hers and Gram’s because that’s just how they talk) included. She says, “A memoir is taking your story and laying it ALL out there. The only way to write a book on Alzheimer’s is to get downright personal.” The kinds of things our loved ones can say and do when the disease gets a good grip on their minds are important for caregivers to know. “The Iraqis have poisoned my lettuce.” “Leave me in here to die, goddamnit!” If caregivers are armed with knowledge, they are better equipped to deal with the disease, and this disease can drop your jaw daily. There is also a cold comfort knowing that others are going through the same astonishing horror and feeling the same draining emotions and exhaustion. And there is hope in hearing there are beautiful moments of incredible sweetness (see also my Poems That Come to Mind).

Lisa walks us through life with Alzheimer’s with wit and learned wisdom. We’re right there experiencing and learning with her. She waters down Nora Jo’s brandy on the sly, then at least succeeds in getting her to switch to beer, which Nora Jo likes warm. Lisa has to figure out how to get Gram to stop putting her beer cans in the microwave. How will she get her out of the bathroom? How will she get her through Christmas?

Being feisty herself, Lisa is blunt and she laughs at and teases her Gram. Some readers (me) may find this shocking at first, but I quickly saw how Lisa was mostly laughing at the situation, that her teasing made her Gram feel better, and that Lisa loved her Gram dearly. Nora Jo is quite the character herself and gives as good as she gets. Laughter releases stress in both the dementia patient and the caregiver, and believe me that stress level regularly gets very high for all involved! Laughter is a way to feel close and loving even if a minute ago both were angry and frustrated. Lisa and her family became very good at calming Nora Jo and making her feel good about herself. Once it involved ravioli.

Those who are fairly conservative may not appreciate this book (language [sh*t, hell, damn], drinking, a past secret exposed). I found an instance of political incorrectness. The book is brash and funny, but also sensitive and heart-breaking. It gives facts about Alzheimer’s and puts the reader into the Alzheimer’s experience with total candor. The memoir itself is a fast read at 116 pages, the sections that follow are of family photos and of other peoples’ memories of their loved ones with dementia. I fell in love with Nora Jo, and I want to tell Lisa, “Well done.”

From Lisa:

My Gram got “interviewed” for the book a bunch, so she felt like she was a part of the process, even if she couldn’t remember it. It kept us both busy. When the book got published, she absolutely adored the photo I put on the cover, which was a shot of her when she was twenty-five. She looked like a Hollywood starlet, truly. She’d walk by the book and say, “Who is that gorgeous girl on the cover of that book? Oh, for God’s sake, it’s me!” She was so proud. And I felt like I had figured out how to build a bridge between the life I had left behind and the one I had now as a caregiver. I guess you could call that “purpose.”

Lisa is also author of the novel On the Brink of Bliss and Insanity and produced the short documentary 14 Days With Alzheimer’s

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The Gods of Heavenly Punishment: rare Japanese WWII perspectives

Gods of Heavenly PunishmentThis is the novel I wish I could have written, and now I don’t have to think about it anymore. The reason I published Cherry Blossoms in Twilight is because there are almost no other narrative books that cover WWII from the Japanese civilian perspective. Along comes The Gods of Heavenly Punishment, recently released, to cover not only the sad civilian side but the horrific military and the Manchurian occupation viewpoints as well as U.S. perspectives. The character stories are bound together by a green-stoned ring belonging to a young American woman waiting for her new husband to return home. This book is a hard-hitting historical epic that will take your breath away.

Characters include:

Lacy, who marries Cam only to lose him as MIA as she raises the son he’s never seen
Cam, Lacy’s new husband, a B-25 bomber pilot in the Doolittle Raid
Billy, who grows up in Japan and returns to work for the U.S. Occupation
Anton, Billy’s architect father, has built embassies, hotels, and homes in Japan and later uses his skills to help the U.S. research to destroy Japan
Kenji, Anton’s Japanese master carpenter who moves on to work with the Japanese military in Manchuria
Hana, Kenji’s Japanese wife who is lost between Japan and the West
Yoshi, Hana and Kenji’s daughter who survives the firebombing and must rebuild her life
Masahiro, minor character, son of Kenji’s mistress, who is broken by his military experience

Author Jennifer Cody Epstein lived in Japan for five years and did quite a bit of research for this book, interviewing firebombing survivors and former bomber pilots (her dad), reading about the Japanese wartime mindset and the colonization of Manchuria. Her details match everything I have read about Japan before, during, and after WWII, and she created a multi-faceted story to tell these details with well-developed characters and complex relationships. She tells it like it is, so note there are language usages, horror, and adult situations that reflect the reality of the times. She does, however, convey this with the elegance of restraint, so those who are sensitive and fairly conservative (me) get the picture without having to wallow in it.

I can’t say enough good about this book. It’s about time these perspectives were captured, and it was done with painful beauty and eloquence despite the sordid and hideous details of war. Yes, war is hell for everyone involved, and that’s a lesson that bears repeating over and over and over. Thank you to Amused by Books for my copy of The Gods of Heavenly Punishment.

Inscription in the front of the book:

“The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters—not to talk in armies and nations and numbers—but to track it home.” – D.H. Lawrence

You may enjoy the interview with Jennifer Cody Epstein posted on Amazon about the writing of The Gods of Heavenly Punishment.

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