Hi, I'm Susan.
Wife, counselor/educator, author, daughter, far-away-living adult child --with a brother back home. Although my parents died at ages 88 and 94, I continue to be a far-away-living daughter-in-law (her only "daughter") of my husband's inspirational mother (age 99). She still lives independently in her home and is one of the Sr. Advisors to this blog.
My Masters degree, from Teachers College, Columbia University, prepared me for my almost 30-year career as a counselor at one of the nation''s top-ranked public high schools. This led to my first book, Helping Children of Divorce (Schocken Books, mid-80's).
Summer 2008 I completed a manuscript to help adult children facing their parents' aging challenges. A top NY literary agent said she loved the manuscript. However the late 2008 economic climate created a very bad time for publishing. She suggested I write a blog using ideas and insights from the manuscript, as well as timely information. Help! Aging Parents is the result.
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Helping parents age well sounds so basic, but it doesn't happen automatically. While we train for the important parts of our lives (childbirth, driving, SATs, jobs), helping parents age well throughout the life cycle is usually on-the-job training--after a health event necessitates fast-forward learning.
Help! Aging Parents, published Tuesday and Saturday nights, is committed to sharing the best information, professional advice, personal experiences and creative ideas to help parents age as independently and well as possible until the very end.
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Monthly Archives: August 2012
I first learned of the situation on my visit to the Northwest–understood from my brother that the caregiver sister said she didn’t think she “could take any more.” In trying to get her mobility-challenged sister from the wheel chair to the car the week before, she and her brother had fallen and suffered bruises. She was exhausted. And that was before her brother’s probable cancer diagnosis. So I complied with my brother’s first request last week. He gave me the sister’s number and I phoned–trying not be intrusive. Continue reading