Back when “free range” meant nothing more than a type of chicken, apparently I was a free range parent. When I shopped at the local convenience store, I left my young children strapped in their car seats. When they headed to the school playground on their bikes, I let Hilary and Ryan play there unsupervised, […]
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.