What better way to move people than to remind them of the most basic factors in daily life.

I like the way you showed “remember Alzheimer’s” through intimate pieces of clothes. I am touched each time I cross the exhibition. My grandpa had Alzheimer’s disease.

Thanks so much for hanging out the laundry into the light.

A stirring reminder of how we refuse (or must not allow) to let the threads of dignity unspool.

I cried and remembered my own mother. Thank-you, although she did not have Alzheimer’s.

You inspire, unsettle, yet take me to a place of tranquility. My story.

Loud and clear. May we all be so lucky to have our children pay tribute to us–in health and dis-ease.

For my mother’s memories. I love you Mom.

In paying tribute to your mothers you have challenged us into seeing the art of daily life, the lines of ordinary living, and compelled us to reach out to the mothers and fathers within us all.

The use of photos in your exhibition have reminded me again that the pain of nostalgia is a worthwhile one.

Life’s currency is the images we keep. In our living memory, and beyond its fragility in photographs, writing, art and song. Thank-you for sharing these lives with all of us–they now become part of our own.

How tender, fragile, nonetheless powerful we all can be, but what a spin life is.

This exhibit speaks clearly to me as I too am a daughter of a mother with Alzheimer’s disease.

I obsessively take photographs to document my life in an attempt to preserve memory and “save” moments.

It’s a touching and moving experience to enter for a moment into the histories of these women. Thank-you for sharing and opening this difficult process for others to enter and understand, to connect.

It brought back my grandmother who I have always missed. We didn’t have a name for it back then other than old age or dementia.

Such a sensitive yet real impression of life: yours-mine-so many people’s. Each approach is so individual yet speaks of the same story.

Everyone’s story.

I remain very moved by your transparency and willingness to put your loves in the light in the service of so much for so many.

The flashes of loved ones come into focus as I experienced this tribute to your mothers. Thank-you for sharing; words are inadequate.