After Caring for My Mother in Law for Ten Years, I Was Given 48 Hours to Leave

six people in folding chairs, the room still smelling faintly of Margaret’s preferred hand cream. Within six months we had three weekly sessions, a nonprofit designation, and a stack of mismatched coffee mugs that never seemed to be fully clean but were always in use. The woman who helped me navigate the IRS paperwork had been a paralegal before caregiving continue reading …