Help My Senior

Easing the struggle of the family caregiver

Mom’s Arthritis: a Quiet Lesson in Growing Old

The Warning in My Mother’s Voice I can still hear my mother’s voice from years ago, slightly exasperated, as she flexed her fingers and winced. “It’s my arthritis again,” she’d say, usually while stirring a pot or folding laundry. Back then, I nodded sympathetically...

Granny Eva and the Roots That Still Hold

A Legacy from the Horse and Buggy Days My cousin Vicki once said something that captured the awe we all feel when we talk about our family’s history: “Granny Eva was alive when horses were still on the street.” She said it almost in disbelief—as if the world that...