I was in the midst of revisions when my phone rang yesterday morning. The caller ID revealed that it was the agency my mother's caregiver works for. I am not psychic, but I was pretty confident that they were calling to inform me that the caregiver would not be coming...

The other night, while minding my own business, I heard music drifting from downstairs. It isn't uncommon as that is Bailey's domain and he has impromptu concerts. What I wasn't prepared for was the artist or shall I say, dinosaur that sings these songs. Yep, Bailey...

Mom's caregiver has been cleared to come back to work today. Thank. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. I am not cut out for a full-time gig where I spend more time inwardly screaming than being patient and kind. I know my limitations. Probably a good thing I did not become a nurse....

It's my birthday, bitches!!! I know that some grimace at the prospect at growing older. Another year of new wrinkles and sagging boobs might be a drawback, but let me just say, many don't get the privilege of getting older. So, I am embracing the crap out it. Let me...

That title is pretty creative, right? A good title draws the reader in and well, I can't make this shit up. I mean, I can, but my reality is often more entertaining than anything my imagination could makeup. Yesterday, I was the pillar of being of service. Being the...

This week has been weird. Weird in the sense that it took a while for my germ invasion to clear and having my mother thrown in the mix of that because of her caregiver's accident, well, it has made for a bumpy ride. On top of that, I am behind on my revisions and...

Monday was bliss. My mother was enjoying her new caregiver and I was patting myself on the back for a job well-done. Of course, I should have known that my euphoric bubble would burst. Yesterday, my caller ID revealed the agency that employs the caregiver. My stomach...

Let me state for the record, it is rare that I get sick. Maybe it is because I limit my time with the human race or perhaps my immune system is a rock star. Whatever it is, I love it. Except my immune system apparently is a cheating whore because she seems to have...

As I drove over to my mother's yesterday, I was preparing for the backlash. Her unhappiness with the caregiver situation has been palpable. Both my sister and myself have had the unfortunate experience of listening to the many reasons why the caregiver won't work, and...

Well, crossing my fingers and toes was counterproductive yesterday. It always hinder my ability to walk or type. Anyway, 15 minutes into the shift where my mother's new caregiver would shadow the existing one, I get a phone call asking me for my presence at her house....