My seventeen-month-old grandson Vince had no daycare on President’s Day. With his mama out of town and his dada working until late, Vince spent yesterday and last night with Dan and me in our one-bedroom New York City Apartment. Unlike me, his petite Nana, he’s a big kid, tall like his parents. He’s not a… Continue reading Caregiving in Crisis
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THE MEMOIR LIFE 