I am a woman over 60, a caregiver by circumstance, and a seeker of small joys by choice. If you came here looking for a ‘5-step guide to a stress-free life,’ you’ve accidentally taken a wrong turn. I don’t have steps. I have a a clear-eyed view of the absurdity of life and a refusal to pretend that this is easy.
I believe that humor is the best way to bridge the gap between a hard day and a good night’s sleep.
I believe that honesty is a form of hospitality—when I’m real about my life, it gives you permission to be real about yours.
I believe we can be deeply devoted to those we care for while still being fiercely protective of our own inner world.
I am officially retired from the ‘Performance of Caregiving.’ I no longer care if the house smells like lemon-pledge or if the neighbors think I’m ‘holding it all together.’ I am holding a coffee mug and my own boundaries. Everything else is negotiable.
I built this digital corner because the ‘Caregiver Industry’ is too beige. I wanted a place that felt like a thick piece of stationery—elegant on the outside, but holding a very real, very honest letter on the inside. This is for the women who are running the marathon but still want to talk about something other than caregiving.
