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My mom, Carla, loved being a Glamma. It was one of her greatest joys.

I never really had a grandmother of my own. By the time I was old enough to know my Grandma, Alzheimer’s had already taken so much of her. Then this disease came for my mom, too young, and while my kids were still so little.

That’s the part that makes my heart ache. My twins will mostly know their Glamma through the stories I tell and the pictures we keep. And my daughter, who is so much more of a girly girl than I ever was, is exactly the little girl Carla would have savored. Their dress-up days, their lipstick, their giggles. I can see it so clearly, the way it should have been.

That’s why I fight. That’s why I advocate. For her, and for every family living this right now.

An estimated 7.4 million Americans 65 and older are living with Alzheimer’s in 2026. That’s about 1 in 9 people over 65.

If you’re just starting this journey, somewhere in the middle, or walking through the end of it, I made something for you. @carlas_turn has free downloadable caregiving guides at CarlasTurn.com.

You are not alone. @carlas_turn is here for you. 💜

xShanna 

#carlasturn #alzheimersassociation #dementia #teamcarla #dementiasupport
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7 years ago today, I had my wedding ceremony. And my mom made it one of the most beautiful days of my life.

She helped me find my dress. She gave a speech that I’ll never forget. She never once made the day about her — she just showed up for me, fully, the way she always did. She met my mother-in-law, my sisters-in-law, and my brother-in-law for the first time and lit up like a kid. She doted on my husband like he was already hers. And her own dress? She pulled it straight out of her closet — something she’d worn to an event a year before — because that’s who she was. Effortless. Present. She never demanded the spotlight — it just loved her.

She loved that dress so much, it’s the one she was buried in. Along with her favorite faux fur coat. Because even in the end, she was still herself.

The last few years were hard. Alzheimer’s took the mom who never needed rules and turned me into someone who had to make them — someone she sometimes saw as controlling instead of protecting. That’s one of the cruelest parts of this disease: the people fighting hardest to keep you safe become the people you push away. I carried that. Some days I still do.

But before all of that, she was independent. Strong. The kind of support system you don’t realize you have until you’re standing in a wedding dress she helped you pick, watching her steal nobody’s thunder and everybody’s heart.

This is why @carlas_turn exists. For the daughters learning to be the protector when you never wanted the job. For the caregivers who miss who their person used to be, even while loving who they’ve become. You’re not alone in the hard days — and you’re not wrong to hold onto the beautiful ones too.

Link in BIO for free downloads ⬆️ xShanna 

#alzheimers #alzheimersawarenessmonth #caregiving #anniversary #carlasturn
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My mother was raised in a bar.

If you asked her about her childhood, that’s exactly how she’d put it.

She grew up watching what alcohol could do to people—to their judgment, their bodies, their families, their spirits. So she rarely touched it herself.

Not because she was afraid of it.

Because she respected what she had seen it do.

That choice mattered.

In 1967, my mother was set up on a blind date that ended at #billcosby house. The man she was with was a friend of Cosby’s. When Cosby offered her a drink, she said no.

When he tried to force himself on her, she was clear-headed enough to fight back and 🏃‍♀️

She survived that night.

And for years, she carried it quietly.

Eventually, she stopped carrying it alone.

She began speaking publicly and advocating for women whose stories had been dismissed, questioned, or ignored. She kept showing up. She kept using her voice. She understood that sometimes advocating for yourself is hard enough—and sometimes you have to use your voice for someone who can’t.

That was my mother. 👑

She spent much of her life standing up for people who needed someone in their corner.

Now, it’s my turn.

Alzheimer’s took so much from my mother. But it doesn’t get to take what she taught me.

I know what it means to watch someone lose their voice.

I know what it means to become an advocate when you never asked for the job.

And I know how many families are trying to navigate this disease while exhausted, overwhelmed, grieving, and fighting to be heard.

That’s why we created @carlas_turn 

To turn grief into movement.

To advocate for families and caregivers who are doing the impossible.

To support Alzheimer’s research and the people living through this disease.

My mother spent her life making sure other people’s stories counted.

Now I’m going to make sure hers does, too.

This is Carla’s Turn.
And now, it’s mine. 💜

#CarlasTurn #Alzheimers #alzawarenessmonth #caretakersupport @nymag
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