Wheelchair Blues

Wheelchair Blues

You’d think I’d have gotten used to it after four years, ten neurosurgical operations, drug-resistant infections and falls in the middle of the night, but it’s lifting up my husband’s wheelchair to put it into the car that I hate the most. The wheelchair’s handlebars...
This quiet hour

This quiet hour

I need to wash my hair And take a shower But here I sit Enjoying this quiet hour I need to put up Meds And tidy up the room But I cherish this time To just be me There will be plenty to do Very soon Right now I float In this peaceful place My mind has brought me to...
The Other Girl

The Other Girl

Not near as sexy as it sounds. The ability to identify my sister and I by name left Mom a long time ago. The first time I realized this I was screwing around in the back yard, peripherally hearing someone say “Girl? Girl?” As I realized it was my...
Late-Life Love

Late-Life Love

 If late-life love cannot make us invulnerable to everyday misfortunes, what conceivable purpose does it serve? What month is this, what year? It is the season of sorrow, the year of grieving. Old lovers know that love does not conquer all, that our intimacy cannot...
The ultimate guide to starting your own blog about caregiving

The ultimate guide to starting your own blog about caregiving

Are you ready to share your experience of taking care of someone? Have you been thinking about starting your own caregiving blog? Here’s how to do it! The right way to start a blog Most people who want to start a blog are thinking of more than just sharing their...
Aunt Lydia’s Garden Karma

Aunt Lydia’s Garden Karma

She got the [community garden] plot fifteen years ago, as a sanctuary for her son, who is on the autism spectrum. “I have pictures—they slightly break my heart, but they’re all so beautiful—of him just sitting in a chair and looking out, peaceful.” One time, he hid a...