Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

My primary goal with writing this post is to get input from readers. We had an experience a few months ago with an Independent/Assisted Living…
Originally posted on Inked In: It has been more than three years since my mother moved into a seniors’ home. But time hasn’t made the…

About two months have passed since our decision to move my 88-year-old mother Ginny into a senior living facility. The best news we received in…

When I arrived for my first chemotherapy treatment, my pulse was 121. It probably went higher as I waited for my doctor to review my…