AlzAuthors eBook Sale Begins Today!

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Prices start at FREE and go up to $2.99.

My book, The Grapes of Dementia, is 99 cents.

At these prices, you could buy them all!

See them at AlzAuthors.





Want To Save Money On eBooks About Alzheimer’s And Dementia?

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AlzAuthors was founded in 2016 by four daughters of dementia who met over the internet because of their books and formed a friendship and a mission to create a space where caregivers can find solid support and where those who share their stories can find the proper audience. I am pleased to be a member of AlzAuthors.

You may have heard that June is Alzheimer’s and Brain Awareness Month and that June 21 is The Longest Day. Sponsored by the Alzheimer’s Association, these important events increase awareness of Alzheimer’s, related dementias, and brain health. In recognition of these events, AlzAuthors has put together our very first eBook sale!

From June 21 through June 28, you can take advantage of this excellent opportunity to check out some of our books at reduced prices–ranging from $2.99 to free. There is a variety of genres–from fiction, memoir, and non-fiction. Many of the books are also available in paperback and audio, so check them out too.

Our books are written from a deep place of understanding, experience, knowledge, and love. May you find one–or two, or three!–to help guide you on your own dementia journey. Enter the AlzAuthors eBook Sale!


Confetti and Personal Kanban on a Snowy Day in Boulder

Well, I’m here in Boulder. Been here for two weeks to the day. After months of decluttering, selling, and donating various household items (and selling and closing on the home itself), we managed to pack up our remaining stuff and move back to Colorado, where my heart wants me to be.

I’d lived in Colorado for 35 years but took a “sabbatical” on the North Coast of California for two and a half years. During that time, I faced and fought my demons, slayed a few dragons, and published a book. Now I’m back in Colorado, in one piece. My feet are planted firmly in the Rocky Mountains for good, and I’m back to writing and posting.

We’re having a home built in Loveland and will stay in Boulder for seven or eight months…however long it takes for the new build to be done.

This morning, Mother Nature decided to throw a welcome home party and is Continue reading

Open when…Letters to lift your spirits — A book review

This is an average book for an average person needing an average lift in her life. There is nothing wrong with average, unless you need more. And I guess I’m one of those people who need more. And I would think perhaps you do too, every now and then.

The author says she created these letters for when “you feel confused, overwhelmed, bitter, or alone (or pick any uncomfy emotion) and need a quick booster shot of faith, love, confidence, or inner peace.”Open When

The book contains 12 “envelopes” — really just a sheet of paper about 6″ x 10″ folded and flapped and watercolored with various designs and scenes — to be opened when you’ve had a bad day, or when you need to find your happy place, or when life feels messy, etc. Each “envelope” is labeled with sentiments such as Positivity, Memory, and Patience. Inside is the message designed to cheer you up, inspire you, support you.

Fair enough. However, I have a few issues with the book, so here we go:

  • As I’ve already mentioned, it’s average. There’s nothing new here, and what’s presented comes off as trite. The letter written for Karma actually rubbed me the wrong way. Nothing inside those envelopes would cheer me on or nurture me. Granted, I’ve been dealing with some heavy situations lately, and not much of anything helped me feel better except for a deep, deep dive into oblivion. But maybe these letters are just the thing for you. And that’d be good for you. To each her own.
  • So, moving on to the art. It’s average as well. The colors are appropriately pastel and soothing, but there’s nothing I’d like to tear out and frame or care to look at over and over again. Nothing mind-boggling or electrifying, nothing to get lost in. Maybe that was the intent. I dunno. I do know that I prefer to be immersed in even the most passive illustrations, and nothing here gave me a foothold to that world.
  • The book is pint-sized, which is good for when you’re on the go, but it also means it could have included more than the dozen letters it does. And there’s no way to quickly find the one you’re looking for. Okay, it’s true that there aren’t that many letters to flip through, but still…when you’re offering to help me, make it easy for me to get to that help.
  • And speaking of those letters…have you read The Griffin & Sabine Trilogy by Nick Bantock? Now those are letters! You know what I’m talking about. Well, some are postcards, but the letters! Oh, the letters! You actually flip open the flap on the envelope and take the letter out to read it. It truly gives you the illusion that you’re holding a special message, beautifully handwritten, delivered for your eyes only. For me, a layout like that might have redeemed Open when. Just maybe.

I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.

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The Purpose of Grief Is…

The purpose of grief in under 400 words. It’s my latest column in the Humboldt County Senior News. To read it, click here and scroll to page 16. Or read it right here:

For two years I was furious with the universe. It started when my husband Alan was


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diagnosed with dementia. Our spirits went to great lengths to see that we met, fell in love, and married—all within a few months. Now they conspired to tear us apart. Enraged, we felt we had been betrayed by divinity itself.

Alan’s diagnosis was what we’d feared but dare not acknowledge. We trusted our denial to  prevent the reality. It didn’t. The diagnosis catapulted me into anger, the second stage of grief. I bypassed the next phase, bargaining. No deals can be struck with dementia.

I thrashed about in depression, too anguished Continue reading

Drumming As Therapy

My name is Karenna, and I’m a drum-aholic. I’m not ashamed or proud of that. It’s simply something that is. And as I begin my eighth year of playing the djembe drum, here’s some of what I know:

  • 16-mickey-hart-quoteHitting and slapping the drum and generally using it as a hand trampoline is something I’ll most likely do as long as I live. If reincarnation exists, and if I really have to come back here (and I certainly hope not), I’ll include a djembe clause in my soul contract for my next lifetimes.
  • I absolutely love connecting with the rhythms and patterns of the universe through the touch of my hands on the skin of the drum.
  • I’ve seen the drum soothe and sometimes heal various physical ailments in people I’ve known. I’ve seen it spark the life force in those who are close to exiting this world. I experienced the healing power of the drum as I ushered my husband into the arms of the universe. That was a biggie.
  • I love the djembe. I love the djembe. I love the djembe.
  • Well okay, maybe I’ll reincarnate again, but only if I can come back as a djembe master.

In the January 2017 issue of the Humboldt County Senior News, there’s a short piece (around 350 words) I wrote about how I came to drum and the therapeutic and spiritual benefits of it. So much more can be said about drumming, and I’m sure I’ll write more about it one day. But for now, I am moved to spend that time with my drum while that essay simmers and bubbles and takes shape.

Here’s the Senior News piece, followed by a list of videos that show some pretty cool drumming going on . . . . .

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Hooked on Drumming
by Karenna Wright

It echoes the human pulse, structures our life force, demands our presence, and weaves a cadenced web of well-being and support. It’s the first sound we hear in the womb–not our mother’s heartbeat–but the sound of the blood coursing through her veins. “It” is rhythm.

Mickey Hart, a drummer for the Grateful Dead, Continue reading