With writing that can cross from laughter to tears in a single sentence, Goff 
			takes the reader along on her mother's wild, poignant, and unpredictable journey 
			into dementia.  No one who has witnessed a beloved become a stranger can 
			fail to recognize this book's hard ring of truth.  Riding the Elephant 
			is a triumph of empathy, a tender homage, and a passionate celebration of 
			family's unbreakable bond. 
			 
			Ann Goethe, author of Midnight Lemonade | 
	 
	
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				About Diane Porter Goff
			
			
				  
				Photo 2009 by Larkin Goff 
			
				Diane Porter Goff, author of Riding the Elephant: an Alzheimer's Journey, is a writer, photographer 
				and radio talk show host who lives in the Virginia 
				mountains with her husband, Richard. She holds a Master’s degree from Hollins 
				University. Her work has appeared in The Sun, Southern Distinctions, Magical 
				Blend, and in the anthology, Beyond Forgetting: Poetry and Prose about 
				Alzheimer’s Disease, among other venues. She has taught workshops for The 
				Reynold’s Homestead, The Light Factory and, in Greece, the Ariadne Institute. 
				She traveled and performed as a member of WEB 6, a group of artists, writers and 
				singers. Her photography has been exhibited in the Mies van der Rohe House in 
				Chicago, the Ledel Gallery in New York, the Touchstone Gallery in Washington 
				D.C. and the Virginia Museum in Richmond. As photographer and videographer for 
				Company of Women, she worked with a group of international actresses, writer 
				Carole Gilligan, voice teacher Kristin Linklater and director Maureen Shea. She 
				served as guest artist at the Penland School in North Carolina. 
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			"One night during the second week‚ from my bed in the spare room‚ I heard her 
			slippers clop up the hall toward the living room. I got up as she was coming 
			back down the hall‚ huddled deep in her pink bathrobe in the dim night-light. 
			She stopped when she saw me and fixed me with an anxious stare. “Are you kin to 
			me?” she whispered." | 
	 
	
		  
			
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