My caregiving journey started at 16, growing up as a Jamaican teenager in the Bronx. It wasn’t planned, and it definitely wasn’t paid. Miss Lacona, an elderly Panamanian woman in my neighborhood, caught me skipping…
My caregiving journey started at 16, growing up as a Jamaican teenager in the Bronx. It wasn’t planned, and it definitely wasn’t paid. Miss Lacona, an elderly Panamanian woman in my neighborhood, caught me skipping…