Holding Hands in the Dark
When my sister and I were young, we used to play constantly with the children of our next-door neighbours at the cottage. Once every summer, we’d be allowed to sleep…
When my sister and I were young, we used to play constantly with the children of our next-door neighbours at the cottage. Once every summer, we’d be allowed to sleep…
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…
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…
Last week, I noticed a health blog in the New York Times titled “Managing Care Online“. I had to read it and write to respond, describing our experience with a…