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Everyday I tell Annie she’s the most loved little dog in the world, and I would do anything to keep her well and safe, and as it turns out… That includes canceling two-weeks in England. Today I should be in the English countryside, strolling Prince Charles’s garden, visiting a large antique fair and the private

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What if we give the gift of loving kindness—to total strangers—this Christmas and Hanukkah?
When caregiving for a loved one pushes you to the limit, it's time to dig deep and find the humor...

I don’t have grandchildren. I’ll try not to sound triumphant here, because the word on the street is I’m missing

Annie and Lulu are growing into fine young ladies, especially after I sent them to finishing school while I was

At our age, when it seems like we have worked hard and should now get to relax and enjoy the

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Megan is a devoted wife, mother of four children of various ages, a photographer and the one in charge of

If you or anyone you know is money or depressed, I suggest a puppy instead of antidepressants. If you get

My bedroom smells like urine, and there’s a dog that likes getting stuck under my dresser, but I’m deliriously happy.

My parents helped me so much with my kids when they were little. Loving, experienced… and free caregivers. It don’t

I live and work in one of the largest cities in the world, have a lot of wonderful friends, but

Did you know the last Sunday in September is Mother’s Day? While it’s not the traditional mother’s day most of

Does chronic parenting fatigue ever end? Sara Cornell has late teens and 20-somethings, but she's not so sure.

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How do I begin to describe the best things about my recent trip to France? Let’s start with my newfound

One look at Paul Kiger’s blog, Big Green Pen or any of her social media pages, and you realize Paula

Mother weighs less than 90 pounds. She hasn’t walked in over a year, and her leg muscles are drawn into

Today I sit with mother in the beauty shop at her dementia facility. It’s become more difficult to make out