November 12, 2021
The last time I saw my dad in his new home, he asked me if I’m a teenager. I shook my head. “Do I look like I am?” He scrutinized my face. “Are you 25?” “You’re getting closer, Dad!” My dad is legally blind and he has dementia, but I still took it as a […]
Read More →November 2, 2021
I like to know where things are. People often comment that my house is clean. It’s not. I rarely clean. But I put things where they belong. When I’m overwhelmed, overworked, frustrated, or anxious, it helps me to have an organized space. Clutter makes it hard to focus and it makes me feel more stressed. […]
Read More →October 3, 2021
Like it or not, I enrolled in a crash course in caregiving for people with dementia when my father quickly developed vascular dementia less than a year ago, followed by my mother’s mild cognitive impairment. I’ve learned a few things so far, mostly through making lots of mistakes, and I’m certain I will learn much […]
Read More →September 14, 2021
I’ve been struggling for several months now with my late-in-life career change. Writing has stopped bringing me joy. Mostly that’s because I stopped writing when my parents’ dementias demanded a whole new level of caregiving. It’s hard to find joy in something you’re not doing. But this has led me to some introspection. Do I […]
Read More →July 29, 2021
I’ve been thrust into rough waters lately. I am a caregiver for two parents, both with cognitive issues. This storm has been raging for many years but it’s recently reached tsunami level. What if this IS my purpose? Can I live with that?
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