Oil and Water
Sometimes our relationship with a loved one is like oil and water—they just don’t mix. Apart from a history of abuse, our personalities may simply clash enough that sparks fly…
The Concrete Gutter
Guest post by E.V. Sparrow Walking outdoors is Mama’s chief love. I encouraged the treadmill idea, but she refused. Her trash collecting mission gets her outside in the green and…
Caregiver Extraordinaire
When Henry married Linda, he willingly stepped into the role of devoted father to her three children from a previous marriage. Four years later, an aneurysm burst in Linda’s brain,…
Little Did He Know
Guest post by Diana Derringer In light of recent events, Mom and I discussed difficult decisions ahead. Although exhausted, her voice brightened when she threw in a question. “Did I…
When They’re NOT Depressed
“Mr. Kirk, we’re painting birdhouses today. Would you like to join us?" “No.” More than once, the staff at the assisted living center where my dad spent the last two…
Gray for a Day
A sign at our local library advertised a workshop called “Gray for a Day.” It sounded intriguing until the presenter promised to age us. I told her I didn’t need…