A Day to be Called Home

A Day to be Called Home

If life is a movie, Wednesday afternoon at 3 PM must have been the scene where one is called home. I took my mom to the doctor’s office. It was nothing serious. JG, our trusty caregiving friend, came with us. The first good chair in the doctor’s reception area sits...
When Pee Becomes A Pleasant Distraction

When Pee Becomes A Pleasant Distraction

I thought I was helping a friend over the phone when he interrupted me abruptly. I didn’t mind the interruption. I didn’t mind the abruptness. But the tone of voice was harsh, almost angry, and definitely impatient – and I felt hurt. My solar plexus hurt. I did the...
When You Are a Caregiver, Where Does the Art Fit In?

When You Are a Caregiver, Where Does the Art Fit In?

Holy Ground It doesn’t. It doesn’t. And if you’re someone like me, who needs a good amount of mental spaciousness and a place free of clutter, so your mind and imagination can soar, then it never fits in. It doesn’t. But you dutifully try until you wonder if you even...