Changing from a Caregiver to an Advocate

I was revising my author bio when I suddenly stopped. “Author, Teacher, Caregiver…” Wait. I’m not a caregiver anymore. I have identified as my daughter’s caregiver for almost 30 years. But she moved out to live in a group home where other...

Just an Ordinary Mom

Points of the compass, board-walk, seats by Robin Webster is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0* My daughter still complains about her new life in the group home every time I visit her. “I don’t like that I have to wait when I have to go to the bathroom,”...

Energy Depletion

(image from ThoughtCo ) Since Rhia moved out, all I want to do is sleep. My skin feels heavy stretched across my frame and sometimes my muscles tremble as if I’ve lifted hundreds of pounds of iron. Everything aches. It’s clear that I’ve been running...

Open-Toe Sandals

The change is monumental but it is measured in minutiae. Taking down my fragile blue glasses from the top shelf where the wine glasses are kept. Leaving the dishes I used to cook dinner on the countertop, including the knives. Walking away from a pile of laundry on...