Friends –I didn’t see it coming. That’s why the sand through my hourglass has showered a long stretch of ocean beach between now and the last time I dropped by CaringWise.com to say hello and to share yet another slice of the good, the challenging and the priceless moments of caring for my 87-year-old mother – along with an updated care-giving twist on tending to my former husband and forever friend, Coyote McCloud.Read More
I have a message. Not from my Mom but from a man who calls himself her “kinda” son-in-law, since he was my husband for 15 years before our marriage turned into a forever friendship a little while back – but he is no ordinary family member by any description.Read More
Mom has always been overly well-endowed to the tune of quadruple double D’s.
Breast-feeding four children added more, leading my Daddy to nickname Mom’s bust-line “the shelf.” Bathing her top-heaviness is also one reason I decided to smash the piggy bank Daddy left to buy one of those pricey spa bathtubs I call the Bubbling Mercedes-Benz.Read More
There is gold in these Caregiver Hills. Shiny flecks flash in sudden smiles. Nuggets nestle in lost memories found. And sometimes, caregivers are gold-rushed straight into the mines. At our house, that happens every Tuesday night when Mom volunteers answering a national prayer hotline for the Methodists. “Good evening,” she answers to each ring, “this is the Upper Room Prayer Line, how may I help you?”Read More
Dear President Obama,
Stand up and run to your Situation Room. After your actions last Monday at exactly 11 a.m. (EST), you have millions of caregivers and their care-heirs across the nation up in arms, legs and rocking chairs.Read More
Hello. My name is Susan and I’m a
Okay, there it is, I’ve said it. No, I’m not looking for a Purple Heart, skipping a few flights in a 12-step program, or a personal stimulus package from Washington. All I want is freedom for myself and others like me to take the leap out of the proverbial pantry in order to admit, without explanation, why I “don’t seem like my old self” when people call, email or pass me on the street.