I am having a bad day at the group home, the sort of day where I find myself drafting resignation letters in my head. There is too much to do, and […]

Supporting a person with a developmental disability to grieve is not a matter of coming alongside, but of remaining where we already were.

As we welcome the new year, we're pleased to share this poem by Mike Bonikowsky.

The technicians had very kindly broken the rules and allowed me to stay with him in the room, but I was still outside of the tube. I had the freedom of my limbs. The noises the machine made were not inches from my ears. I called encouraging words to him inside the tube, but they were just more sounds. So I did the only thing I could think to do. ...

So much of what we do on a daily basis we do without qualifications. We walk through every conceivable season of a person’s life with them because we are the ones who happen to be present when the call comes.

Caregiving is one of the hardest things there is to do well. Second to it in difficulty is writing about caregiving well.