Caregiving is a solitary path. Watching Dad take care of Mom and even helping him, I can see the toll it takes. She is dependent upon him. We went to a concert together and I saw her needing him. I was right there, but I am not Dad. She seemed to forget how to get … Continue reading A Solitary Path
Solitude
A Solitary Journey
When I was a kid, I remember listening for the snow. At some point in my young life, I had realized that it eliminates some sounds and insulates others. The quiet produced was a sure sign that freedom was mine, and that the next day would be full of frolicking and fun. I trained my … Continue reading A Solitary Journey
Michelle's Mosaic 