Secret support for this family caregiver
Last month, while spring cleaning my home-based office, I faced off with a bookshelf full of past writing journals.
Get rid of them (I coaxed myself). Whatever you wrote here is history now.
My inner packrat resisted. Couldn’t I just box them up and move them to the basement to join all those other journals that, together, chronicle my three-plus decades of living in the United States?
One gray-covered notebook with pink post-it …