Caregiving is uplifting. Caregiving is monotonous. Caregiving is rewarding. Caregiving sucks.
Yes, it is all of those things and more. In lieu of any other outlet to share, rant, soapbox or spew truthfully about my experiences as a caregiver, I started this here blog.
What to know about me? Hmm, let’s see.
I’m gay and Christian. A Christian femme lesbian of Black-Irish descent to be exact. Don’t expect a disclaimer, apology or explanation for who I am.
I’m a writer. Not published (and probably will never be), but a writer nonetheless. In fact, one reason I started this blog is because my late butch-wife never let me quit…and I’ve felt like quitting a lot these days.
I love my family – the incontinent ones, the senile ones, the plain weird ones and even the black sheepy ones. I’m an amazing cook, an even more amazing foodie, an avid reader, classically-trained pianist and will fight over my Pringles. That’s right, snag one at your own risk. Don’t start none, won’t be none.
And, while I swim through the oftentimes oppressive waters of caring for others while trying to maintain a semblance of autonomy, I am…