sometimes nothing works: august 4, 2016

“Your mom’s in the sunroom,” a caregiver told me when I arrived on the second-floor. “Thanks,” I said, and walked down the hall past the nurses’ station. Mom was lying in a recliner with a pillow under her feet. Crusty yellow something ringed her mouth. Egg? A football game played loudly on the TV. In … Continue reading sometimes nothing works: august 4, 2016