Next: Gone, Up, Sneakers


Next: Gone, Up, Sneakers

sole-shoes-running-mdOur next three words for our Community Caregiving Journal are:


You can write about each separately in three separate posts. You can write about all three in one post. You can write sentences using all three words. Or, if you prefer, you can share your prose by leaving a comment, below.

In essence, you can write about the words in the way that feels right for you.

Here’s how our Community Caregiving Journal work: Every Wednesday, I’ll post three new words for you to write about. Don’t worry about keeping up every week if that seems too difficult. Just write about any of the words whenever you can.

Any member of can contribute. When you write posts for our Community Caregiving Journey, select “Community Caregiving Journal” as the category. I’ve recorded a quick video which shows you how to start your blog and join our Community Caregiving Journal here.

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Our journal complements your blog posts about your day. Keep posting updates about your situation, including the challenges and successes, in your own blog.

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Up. Gone. Sneakers.\r\n\r\nSometimes you just have to laugh, once you catch your breath, that is.\r\n\r\nIt was 9 pm. Hubby and I were upstairs putting up a smoke detector to replace the one that scared the daylights out of my 93 year old mother a few weeks ago when it went off for no reason. (Causing her to push her alert button, which in turn caused them to call me, causing me to turn around and go home to make sure the house wasn’t burning down and almost miss a much needed lunch with a friend.)\r\n\r\nI came downstairs to the kitchen to find something Hubby needed (for the life of me I cannot remember what) when I heard a noise in the garage. What’s that? Has Hubby managed to creep by me and get outside without me knowing it? There it was again. So I opened the door, stepped out, and came within 3 feet of a skunk happily nosing in the trash I had set out to take to the recycling center the next day.\r\n\r\nI backed UP the steps as fast as my SNEAKERS would go. Fortunately Mr. Skunk was GONE by the time I dragged Hubby downstairs to rescue me.\r\n\r\n\r\n(He hasn’t stayed gone however, as the pizza delivery boy and I found out last week - how fast can you pull someone in your front door when motivated by a black and white furry friend?)