Get comfortable being uncomfortable

Get comfortable being uncomfortable

After graduating from university I moved back to my parents’ farm and worked two jobs for six months until I’d saved up enough to buy an around-the-world airfare. Then off I set. No cell phone. No credit card. Just a handful of traveler’s checks (remember them?)...
Embracing Tears

Embracing Tears

Tears. I’ve shed a few lately.  While I’ve lived a long way from my parents for many years, the miles have never tugged so hard on my heartstrings than in the last few years as the thickening fog of dementia has rolled in over my precious Mum… and on my Dad...