Welcome to my Journey

2020 has been quite the year.  Yes, this is an overstated understatement.  I am not the first person to try to write through my evolving grief in the hopes of making sense of all that is happening,...

Previously I’ve written about my own disconnection to the term caregiver.  In addition to that label not accurately describing the type of care I was offering at any given moment in time, I was also...

As a child I was taught that “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.”  As an adult, I’ve learned that the reality of word choice or a role label can bring pain or...

A few weeks ago, I saw the words Hope Is Not A Strategy written on a wall.  It resonated with me, deeply. Since reading those words, I’ve thought a lot about “hope” as a concept and how it has...

There are so many incredible tools that not only help us remember what it is we need to do in our daily lives, but can serve to remind us of those days – the moments within them, bringing it and the...

I wasn’t raised to ask for help.  I was raised to identify what I wanted to do and then figure out how to do it.  And while I might not verbally ask for help, when it came to caring for my Dad, I...