I will often give my mother a shoulder rub and head massage when I visit — nothing terribly professional, but something to make up for the lack of physical touch in her life, and another way to connect with her in lieu of conversation. She’ll let me know when I’m pressing too hard or where she would like me to place my hands, and definitely isn’t shy about expressing her enjoyment. In fact, I sometimes worry that the resident next door will think my mother has a boyfriend over.