Mark Harvey

HELP LINE: People in facilities are still people

A LOT OF things seem to blow right by me, probably for a couple of reasons: a) There’s a limit to how much stuff I… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Time to change Part D if you wish to

THIS COLUMN IS going to be about Medicare. If you are relatively new to Medicare or teetering on the brink thereof, it might be genuinely… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Elder women don’t have to ‘cave’ to their children

I HAD PLANNED to talk a bit more about Alzheimer’s disease in today’s column, but something else came up. It’s something that comes up every… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Help is available for caregivers

JUST TRUST ME on this for a minute and go along with it, OK? Let me ask you a question: Are you somebody who’s taking… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Seek information after dementia diagnosis

THIS IS ANOTHER column about dealing with dementia. I’m doing this because a lot of you seem to be doing that: dealing with dementia. And… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Don’t let probate fear stop you dead

PROBATE. A LOT of us just stopped dead in our tracks (some things I just can’t resist). After all, “death” and “probate” go together, right?… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Use Alzheimer’s walk to fight back against death

DEATH AND I have met on numerous occasions, although I’m happy to report that we haven’t been formally introduced. As is the case for many… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Say ‘enough’ to abuse; report it

THIS WEEK, LIKE last week, I want to begin with the most important things I’m going to say: 1-877-734-6277 or (TTY) 360-664-9469. Those are the… Continue reading

HELP LINE: If something wrong is happening, report it

WHAT I’M GOING to go on about today is not a happy topic: It’s about abuse, exploitation and neglect. If you’re just not in the… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Remember: Age is just a number

TODAY IS MY birthday (thank you, thank you very much), and I must confess that I hadn’t anticipated that turning 24 would be such a… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Seek information to help with dementia

A LOT OF us know a lot about dementia. It’s not necessarily because we’ve studied it, but more often than not, because we’ve lived it… Continue reading

HELP LINE: For your loved ones, remember to make a will

THE OTHER DAY a friend of mine lost her dad. It wasn’t unexpected, but as most of us know, there’s a limit to how ready… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Remember: New Medicare numbers are coming

DO WE ALL remember that Social Security numbers are coming off our Medicare cards? Right: More than a few of us have been observing for… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Why do we fear and hate aging?

SOMETIMES, WHEN I have nothing else productive to do, I actually think about things I say. Apparently this is one of those times. One of… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Remember the rules of Medicare

MANY OF US can easily remember when the norm was that retirement, Social Security and Medicare all hit at the same time. That is because… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Divorced? You could be eligible for ex-spouse benefits

I’VE JUST DISCOVERED that I completely missed a national designation a few months back. Of course, a reasonable case could be made to the point… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Don’t lack the courage to ask for help

MOST OF US aren’t really looking to live forever, and that’s good because the odds are against it. Let’s face it: We’ve all been rolling… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Remember to thank fathers, father figures

FIRST THINGS FIRST, right? Today is Father’s Day. If that’s something you need to know and had managed to forget, you might want to do… Continue reading

HELP LINE: SHIBA needs volunteers like you

WHAT’S THE ONE thing that drives every single one of us uniformly nuts, no matter what? Well … OK, what’s one of the things that… Continue reading

HELP LINE: Caregivers need support sometimes, too

THE ODDS ARE pretty good that most of us are hearing the terms “caregiver” and “caregiver support” more and more. If you’re a veteran of… Continue reading