Thoughts from an Exasperated Daughter...
I'm seeking common ground here, and due to the aging of America, I expect to find it. My mother is 77, and I consider myself blessed to have her alive, bearing in mind that my Dad passed away in 1999. Like many others, I am my mother's primary caretaker. Though she does not drive, and I am her full time chauffeur, I am blessed that she functions, works around her house, and is coherent. I'm also forced to admit that her energy level is not as it should be, that she is much crosser with me than... Sign in to see full entry.