For U.S. Caregivers, Many Changes

by Susan Baida...more

A Special Assignment: Caring for My Mother

by Julie Danis...more

The Aftermath of All the Pork

            So, after all that talk about pork, maybe now’s the time I should mention Weight Watchers.             I started in August and I’ve lost about fifteen pounds. I like it. It’s juvenile, but I really enjoy getting stickers in my little book and watching the line on my weight chart head downward. ...more

It Was a Ghost Town of a House

    So, it was a ghost town of a house. Abandoned mid-construction, just the bare studs and plywood floors, a lighter and pack of cigarettes left in an empty roofing nail box, like the guys working on it had to leave in a hurry. ...more

Susan Baida: eCareDiary, and Sex in the Workplace

by Susan Baida...more

Do You Have Dementia Yet?

    So the group Alzheimer’s Disease International has released its 2009 World Alzheimer Report, in which it predicts that the number of people suffering from Alzheimer’s and other dementias will double every twenty years for the foreseeable future. By 2050, they calculate, the figure will reach 115.4 million worldwide....more

Waiting and Watching (and Panicking)

          So I’m finding it a wee bit difficult to concentrate today because Tink has come down with a fever and sore throat. Well, more specifically, because she has come down with a fever and sore throat after getting the intranasal live-virus H1N1 (Swine Flu) vaccine on Monday. ...more

The Devil's Lapdog, Part 1

Paw used to like to tell this story: Once there was a dog that took up at our house. She was a fairly large yellow dog, gentle and ingratiating. The kind that follows you, and follows you, and follows you everywhere. ...more

Beekeeping and Banana Pudding

    So Paw’s baby brothers are closer in age to Gary and me than they are to Paw. Both are successful business owners, well into their second marriages, with so many kids and grandkids between them that I feel uncomfortable asking about them, afraid I’ll make hurtful mistakes with names and relationships. ...more

Oh, the Mi-iiiiiisery I Go Through

So I escape to the front step, a naughty child. Chastened. Massively guilty. And angrier than ever. I look at the truck and think of leaving, for good. Of calling Maw and saying, you’ll just have to get somebody else. I see the throngs of people out, on this warm September night. Jogging, skateboarding, walking their dogs. What would our lives be like, without Maw and Paw?...more