


I was my husband’s caregiver as he was dying of cancer. It was the best seven months of my life.
Ten years ago this month, my world as I knew it ended. My husband of 19 years, the father of my two sons, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Over the course of seven months, Bill went from beating me silly on the tennis court to needing my help to go to the bathroom...
Your many identities: looking for your “self” in writing
Prospective makes all the difference, it’s not what you look at; it’s what you see – Steve Maraboli In this week’s video segment, join Adrienne as she encourages you to explore all the different identities that define who you are. In choosing...
Channeling Martha Stewart: Getting Crafty with Caregiving
Now that he’s gone that rug is a warm reminder of the many quiet hours I spent with him, weaving strands of yarn to make a vibrant pattern representing innocence and beauty.
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