Honor Your Parents
Guest post by Sarah McCormick “I really hate that I am such a burden on you.” My oldest daughter chimed in, “Grandma, quit saying that. You are not a burden!…
Guest post by Sarah McCormick “I really hate that I am such a burden on you.” My oldest daughter chimed in, “Grandma, quit saying that. You are not a burden!…
My ninety-six-year-old mother-in-law, Fairsee, had lived alone for more than forty years. Feisty and independent, she didn’t want to move in with us. And truth be told, it wasn’t on…
Guest post by Alison van Schie Toward the end of my career in social work, I began working with the elderly as a certified caregiving consultant, specifically with caregivers of…
I wound through narrow aisles packed with customers at the beauty supply shop. As I browsed hair products, an irritated voice on the next aisle made me cringe. Someone must…
Guest post by Lana Christian We all draw lines in the sand. My father drew a line in the sand after he had a near-fatal stroke that left him completely…
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…