Congratulations, graduate! What a time of fabulous change (and ok, maybe a bit of future-is-now anxiety, too.) Whether you’re already hustling for
The first time my dad went to the hospital, it was easy to talk about his medications, because he wasn’t on any.
My mom called me to tell me my dad had a fever. At the time, I lived in fear of fevers. Fevers
I walked so much at New Orleans Jazz Fest last week that by the time I got home I was finally ready
When my dad was on hospice, medical equipment magically appeared at our home. First there was a hospital bed and a wheelchair.
You already know how I feel about writing down passwords (hint: don’t do it), so maybe you can guess where I think