I haven’t talked much about my eldercare role lately, have I? THAT’S BECAUSE I’M TOO OVERWHELMED BY IT! When I agreed to be caretaker to my 91-year-old aunt, I was an eldercare idiot. I had NO IDEA I was signing up for the equivalent of parenting a toddler. We’re workingContinue Reading
He asked me to marry him on Mardi Gras. Before, Mardi Gras was just another Tuesday. In the faraway state of Louisiana, revelers drank too much, flashed skin for beads, partied in raucous waves. I never paid attention, oblivious to the meaning of the day, the last great blowout beforeContinue Reading
What I don’t know about eldercare fits in an encyclopedia’s worth of books. Over the course of managing eldercare for my 91-year-old aunt, I’ve had (in no particular order): stratospheric stress, belly laughs, bewildering conversations about health insurance and medications and bodily functions, temper tantrums, feelings of utter helplessness, despair,Continue Reading