#caretakers

I love babies and children. I just adore being around them, even when they’re stinky and in need of a diaper change or help on the potty. I’m that weirdo who gets excited to see a toddler coming up the aisle in their parent’s arms on an airplane, hoping I’ll have a new peek-a-boo partner for the

George and I were both introverted only children. We met at a pool party at his parent’s house when he was 11 and I was 7. Our parents worked together as scientists so we’d meet up over the years until I invited him to my senior prom. We were together for 32 years until he died on April 10, ...

At 56 years of age, I returned home to care for my parents. Both of them have dementia. I​ lived in ​their ​unfinished basement with spiders and centipedes. That was four years ago. Now, I have ​less money and fewer prospects.​ My siblings are not interested. My father hates my mother. My