An elderly man living with Parkinson’s discovered a shivering senior dog at his gate — and somehow, their unsteady bodies became a source of calm for one another.

I returned to, I didn’t bring her. I sat in the church basement with seven others discussing medication timing, sleep problems, balance issues, and the difficulty of letting family help.

A man named Gordon, diagnosed two years earlier, said he hated when strangers watched his hands.

A woman named Elaine said she missed dancing.

I said I’d adopted an old continue reading …