Grief is the strangest of bedfellows. It’s a sign that you love the person you’ve lost. But it’s haunting ~…
I remember my Father pulling into the parking lot of the Tennessee nursing home my grandmother had been living in…
I could always tell the nervous mothers from the laid-back ones. They went into extraordinary detail, writing down everything I…
His clothes have been laundered and labeled, the forms completed, the insurance switched. Copious instructions have been emailed, paperwork notarized,…
I sat in the exam room with pen and notebook in hand, ready to take down notes while Mom sat…
The world just fell and I’m looking at all the pieces, trying to fit them back together again so they…
Six years ago, while my sister and brother-in-law went to a reunion, I spent the weekend with my young nephew…
When people read my story, when they learn about my 9-year journey as a caregiver with all its challenges, there’s…
It was the summer of 1966 and Maggie and Henry Vineyard were trying to find the perfect gift for their…
I am a wad of mixed emotions right now. For the very first time in my life, I’m okay…