I grew up hearing my grandmother say that she was afraid of dying. As she would put it, “If death were rest, I would rather live tired.” My grandmother was always a spirited person, with…

My mother was smart and one of the wisest people I’ve known. She had a PhD in psychology and also very high EQ (emotional intelligence or emotional quotient). I was a fragile child and rebellious…

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…