Why Is Grandma Naked?

By Ellen Rittberg Looking back, I wonder why it took so long for me to recognize that my mother had dementia. Mom had been a dignified, serious, independent three-books-a-week reader who hated asking anyone for anything. Through time, she morphed into The New Mom. She’d summon me to come watch what struck her as hilarious: the Progressive Insurance commercial lady. And I asked myself, shouldn’t I have figured it out sooner? I was an attorney who represented senior citizens in guardianship proceedings and wrote reports and recommendations for judges.