I open the FaceTime app, make sure my house and my kid are presentable (if you are Latino, you know), and press call. My father lives in Colombia, in a small town near Medellín, about…

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…

Over the last year, I have come to understand caregiving differently.  Not as an abstract concept. Not as a framework on a page. Not even only as a professional conversation, though I work at the Institute…

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…