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…

I did not understand the importance of having conversations about care through the end of life until I experienced my first loss, the passing of my maternal abuelita in 2016. There is much I don’t…