I grew up in a fairly open home with regard to privacy. There were not a lot of secrets during my time in the home, yet as I've grown older I've come to learn that there was a lot I didn't know about my siblings and their lives. As the eldest I left the house when many were still young, and I didn't come home that often and converse that much about what my siblings were doing at the time. Now as stories pop up in later life, I find myself learning about my siblings' lives during the years I didn't live with them.
Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Moving beyond the sadness and worry
If you read my blog, you know I've been very sad and worried about a loved one lately. His care needs are extensive and the needed ener...
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I admit that I feel like a fool. The Assisted Living location looked beautiful and welcoming. I thought that the outside appearance transla...
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As I consider the holiday celebrations ahead, I am thinking about the best gift of all which is to live your best possible life. Of course, ...
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Recently a dispute close to home took a turn. I was tempted to rehash the past events related to the dispute, but decided instead to think ...