One of the pleasures of ending the year is the chance to look back and reflect. It is a time for you and me to take stock of what mattered, what carried us, and what asked us to bend without breaking, so we do not step into a new season dragging old regret behind us.

Darling, as most of you know, I have been living a cloistered life, not because I chose solitude as a lifestyle, but because my husband’s three year battle with dementia has quietly narrowed our world. Most days I am here in our condo in the sky with ninety percent of my time spent inside these

It is a bright, sunny day, and I have a broken heart. My ultimate concierge is living with dementia, and at times I can hardly breathe as I watch it steal what I cherish most, his ability to speak. He tries to talk to me, but his words come out mumbled, and I can barely

Once upon a time (before transforming into a Florence Nightingale caregiver), I was a fun-loving, joyful, and spirited woman, married to the love of my life, leaning into the shade of my magnificent tree of life: my Ultimate Concierge. He was rugged and dependable, ever present with those unmistakable red-framed glasses always just within arm’s