There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.
I was a candy striper back in the day, a trembling middle-schooler under the watchful eye of Sister Perpetua—learning to make the hospital corners on beds my mother bitterly complains of should anyone make her bed that way. It was my first experience of the old-old. One of my summer jobs in college was as an aide at Centralia Convalescent Center. Now I have a different view of life in an assisted living facility.
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Writing Down the Story 