Residents are well known at Carol Woods Retirement Community. But there is a difference between being well known and being celebrated. Residents, employee and family care partners of the Building 6 and 7 assisted living neighborhood at Carol Woods are striving toward the latter. Kay, a resident, explains: We want to be, not a family, […]
From an Oxycontin haze, I hear the death chant from a 90-something neighbor, three doors down the hall. The screams pierce every bone in my body and continues for hours.
After 14 years fighting to maintain some shred of autonomy and home in assisted living facilities in New York and Pennsylvania, Martin Bayne is being evicted from his current assisted living. His next stop will be an “indeterminate stay” at a short-term rehab facility in a local CCRC.
After 14 years fighting to maintain some shred of autonomy and home in assisted living facilities in New York and Pennsylvania, Martin Bayne is being evicted from his current home tomorrow with no alternative arrangement yet determined.
On February 4, 1974, the night Patty Hearst was kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army, I was a 23-year-old Soto Zen Buddhist monastic novitiate, studying under the auspices of Reverend Master Jiyu Kennett, Roshi of Shasta Abbey, Mt. Shasta, California.
When my mother reached the age of 100, I had to place her in a nursing home.
Steve Moran, I secretly wonder how much of your enchantment with the nursing home sector is born of quid pro quo generosity.
Buoyed by astonishingly low expectations and a reimbursement system that literally pays them for making their patients sicker and weaker, nursing homes represent the one part of our health care system that has seen little substantive change in more than a half a century.