Caregivers Lose Their Place When Pedro received a non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma diagnosis in the Spring of 2002, I had no idea that I’d joined a community that had no place to call home. Hundreds of thousands of family caregivers—from teenagers to octogenarians—belong to the community, but we often feel as if… Read more“The Cost of Caregiving: Losing Your Place”
Tag: Community
And the Survey Says…
Thank you so much to all of you who took the time to respond so thoughtfully to the survey–it’s really helped me make some decisions. Over the next few weeks, we’ll incorporate some of the great ideas that you guys made. The first change involves the revival of the Facebook… Read more“And the Survey Says…”
When a Community Becomes a Caregiver
Meet: Bethany Caregiver Connection: I met Bethany through the Five-Minute Friday twitter parties (where scads of bloggers meet each Thursday night to chat, encourage each other and wait for our prompt from Kate Motaung). Who Cares for Her: Bethany discovered the beauty of a community that stepped in… Read more“When a Community Becomes a Caregiver”
Room at the Feeder for Every Hummer
There’s Always One Grumpy Hummer The excited chatter turns to an angry buzz and I hop out of my chair to see what caused the commotion. Tails spread and wings beating furiously, a female Rufous Hummingbird approaches and stabs her beak into the neck of the Black-chinned Hummingbird who peacefully… Read more“Room at the Feeder for Every Hummer”
What if Church Were More Like a Blazers Game?
If church were a sporting event, would more people want to belong? I went to a Portland Trailblazers basketball game back in the day, and although I arrived as an observer, I left a fan (of the Trailblazers—not sports in general). The Rose Garden in Portland, OR quickly filled to… Read more“What if Church Were More Like a Blazers Game?”
Fickle Friend
Friendship Isn’t Easy We moved a lot during my childhood, and I usually made friends easily, but lost them each time we moved. I would try keeping the friendships up through letters, and that would work for awhile—but never very long. In high school, I went through the typical angst… Read more“Fickle Friend”
