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Based on her hugely popular Facebook posts and Instagram photos, Feeding My Mother is a frank, funny, inspirational and piercingly honest account of the transformation in Jann Arden's life that has turned her into the primary "parent" to her mom, who is in the grip of Alzheimer's.
Jann Arden moved in to a house just across the way from her parents in rural Alberta to be close to them but also so they could be her refuge from the demands of the music business and a performing career. Funny how time works. Since her dad died in 2015, Jann cooks for her mom five or six times a week. Her mom finds comfort in her daughter's kitchen, not just in the delicious food but also just sitting with her as she cooks. And Jann finds some peace in caring for her mom, even as her mom slowly becomes a stranger. "If you told me two years ago that I'd be here," Jann writes, "I wouldn't have believed it. And yet we still fall into so much laughter, feel so much insane gladness and joy. It's such a contrast from one minute to the next and it teaches me constantly: it makes me stronger and more humble and more empathetic and caring and kind."
The many people who are dealing with a loved one who is losing it will find inspiration and strength in Jann's wholehearted, loving response and her totally Jann take on the upside-down world of a daughter mothering her mother. Feeding My Mother is one heck of an affirmation that life just keeps on keeping on, and a wonderful example of how you have to roll with it.
APPLE BOOKS REVIEW
We don’t have to tell you Jann Arden has a good mother; her music has taken care of that. But none of her hit songs have revealed that Arden prepares a mean “stewp” (soup/stew hybrid). Such a skill becomes essential when Arden’s mother starts struggling with dementia and Arden takes on cooking duties for her parents. Told via journal entries, Arden’s memoir brings a lighthearted touch to a difficult topic, sharing an intimate view of her family’s experience, plus photos and comforting recipes. Pass the stewp—and the tissues.
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Feeding My Mother
Alzheimer......I hate this word and the disease for which it represents.
Jann, your words and your thoughts reflect my own as I travel with my Mother on her journey, it’s a difficult one. I’m her Daughter.....however as I’m also her Primary Caregiver, I’m also the person she has come to associate as ‘the bad guy’ in this whole damn process and this hurts deeply.
Your correct in saying that we have to laugh when we can (and loudly) and face the feelings of guilt and depression that can ‘eat us alive’, if we are not careful.
I’m so glad that you had the ‘guts’ to write your memories down and share with ‘us’, I’m sure this helped you work through it and I KNOW reading it helped me to know I’m not alone. You can read all the information that ‘they’ give you but it’s just ALL words with NO FEELINGS!
Thank for sharing your story. At times I laugh other I cried. I wish you and your mom all the best. Your mom sounds like an amazing woman... awesome book to read will make you think of your relationship with those around you.