Navigating Dementia with Mom

I haven’t written here in close to a year. Not because caregiving stopped—if anything, it intensified—but because I ran out of bandwidth to explain a life that no one seemed to be listening to anyway. I didn’t volunteer last year. I didn’t advocate. I didn’t write. I went quiet. Caregiving continued almost every day. What changed was me. The last year stripped something personal from me—layer by layer. Loss. Grief. The slow realization that while my life had narrowed to sched

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In April 2025, the U.S. House of Representatives proposed a budget framework that includes $880 billion in federal spending cuts over the...