Two years ago, my Father hit my Mother. It was the first and only time he’d done that in their…
There’s a song that keeps playing in my head, a song that’s good for the soul but murder on the…
I’ve been in hiding for weeks. Not from anything but hiding until. Until I find what I’ve lost. I’ve…
I’m sitting in a massage chair getting a pedicure with Mom and the thought occurs to me that this should…
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…
We all need to escape at times, some of us more so than others. Before my Father entered the…
Sometimes a caregiver feels like an octopus trying to juggle. You have eight tentacles. Things are flying in the air…