The Time It Takes
It was mid morning yesterday when I arrived at my Mom’s apartment and mid afternoon when we ambled out to the car to begin our errands. In the interim, we’d…
It was mid morning yesterday when I arrived at my Mom’s apartment and mid afternoon when we ambled out to the car to begin our errands. In the interim, we’d…
A date night with my husband Jim doesn’t happen often. We have fallen into our habits of cooking dinner together, followed by reading or watching a British television drama. Sometimes,…
A friend of our family passed away from meningioma, so I was pleased to host a guest post about caring for a loved one with this type of brain tumour.…
When your parents get to an age that you believe they would be better off living away from their (or your) home in order to receive the care they need,…
I’ve just come from our family cottage in the north woods of Quebec. It’s peaceful there – a place for reflecting and remembering. My Nana built our cottage in the…
Perhaps you fear losing the parent you care for. Or maybe, you fear your own death as you care for your dying relative. Maybe you just don’t know who you…
Today’s guest post is by Derek Hobson, BA. Derek is the editor for ConciergeCareAdvisors.com, a senior care referral agency. He developed a passion for elder care when he became the…
One day a few months ago, fellow disability Mom and writer Jennifer Johannesen sat down with me for a chat. (I highly recommend Jennifer’s book and her blog– they are…
After twenty-five years of intensive caregiving, the most important thing I’ve learned is that giving good care over time requires a team. Trying to manage alone and without the help…
I used to hate being alone. I remember as a teenager, aching for the phone to ring, rifling through my closet for something ‘cool’ to wear, wandering the halls of…
About 20 pages into Susan Allen Toth’s caregiving memoir, “No Saints Around Here”, I decided I didn’t like the author. Not one bit. “How can a wife sigh loudly in…
How can we help our loved ones experience meaning and purpose in their lives? Does having a disability, getting older, or losing cognitive skills automatically exclude the possibility of purpose…
After my Dad passed away in 1975 following his third stroke, I was angry. Really, really angry. I would sit in church, look at Christ on the cross and fume,…
Recently, I gave an interview to Kris Bone, a writer with the Puritan Magazine (a Canadian literary journal). Here’s his article about my book, “The Four Walls of My Freedom:…
This summer, I’m participating in a blog hop. The first topic of discussion is ‘My Connection to Disability’. It was 1972 and I was seventeen. I remember it was hot…
When my son Nicholas was born with severe disabilities in 1988, my husband and I struggled to care for him on our own. Nick turns 25 at the end of…
This is my father, James “Babe” Thomson. I miss him so much – he passed away after a series of strokes in 1975. From my Dad, I learned to feel…
Recently, a friend and colleague railed at our collective lack of empathy for homeless people living on the street. “What kind of a society do we live in where we…
“Experimenting with Enemies and Strangers” was the provocative title of a workshop I attended as part of the SIX Social Innovation Exchange Summer School in Vancouver last week. Three seasoned…
I’m on a plane now, reading over the notes I’ve made from the last four days. I’ve just come from a week of listening, sharing and thinking about how society…