Maybe five minutes into my first appointment with a veteran Maine physician, he asked, “Did you hear the one about the deaf mute who was raped by seven women?” His bizarre quip, question, query — whatever it was — rendered me mute, confused, and distraught. My head went into swirl mode and I never heard […]
Who knew that in my sixties, I’d be simultaneously dealing with adolescent angst, adult children, and elder care? Days, I teach middle level students to read and write. Nights and weekends, I often spend with my father and mother who live in separate facilities in separate towns. My two siblings and I collaborate to ensure our parents’ quality care, which requires patience, vigilance, and constant advocacy. In the midst of all this, I lean on my husband, a retired educator, to keep me sane and happy.