“I am golden. I am stardust. I got Michelle back.
“Mama was sure there was a better caregiver “out there” when the perfect storm blew in late in January, so she was relieved when Michelle left—permanently—at Mama’s invitation soon after she arrived that day. ‘I didn’t fire her,’ Mama kept insisting. It was a fine distinction.
“Four caregivers later, she realized perfection doesn’t exist,…” read more