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Hope for the Holidays: Carrying More Than Cheer
It’s November already! Time to turn the clocks back. I cringe at the long, dark days ahead. On top of that, lately I feel little hope for the approaching holidays, let alone the months following the new year. Too much has happened. Life has tipped my world deep into a valley barren of hope. I hesitate to write this because publicly complaining is unlike me. But the time is before me… My husband and I moved to Florida to stay. We’ve lived here before but decided to make it permanent this time — or so I thought. Without going into details, health issues spiraled downward. Suddenly, I feel like I’m…
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Life Just Slapped Me in the Face – Now What?
Warning: Raw truths from the other side of caregiving The Day After It’s early morning. I’m in my office, staring out the window. And there it is—like a familiar old friend—the sun rising behind the ancient oaks, whispering through the branches, “I’m back.” Then, suddenly, like the sting of a hard slap in the face, reality returns. It’s July 5th, the day after yet another holiday. I’m relieved it’s over. I feel alone. I’ve moved to Florida to find a life, to see the ocean and the lush greenness of this beautiful state, to find new friends, and do new things—you know, to live! I moved to Florida four times,…





