
The Infallible Presence of Joy
I was recently asked how I was able to move to joy so soon after the passing of my father. I find that defining moments such as this one...

Embracing Wisdom Through Solitude
At the bottom of the hill on our half acre land was a dirt patch. As a young girl of nine years old, I would often sit there and play...

Story As Ritual
Soon after my father passed way, my life was full of constant observation. I was in a perpetual state of recognizing the roles and...

Witnessing Life
When I think about my caregiving experience, it often evokes memories of the act of caregiving. I recall how the hours, days and years...

Love Letter To An Adult-Child Caregiver
"Why don't you move home and reassess your next steps, spend time with family and just take a break?" Those were my mother's words to me...

Conversations at the Dinner Table
I remember my parent's biggest topic of discussion, usually part of our dinner conversation, was how they would spend their retirement....