Written by Mark J. Resnick Each week, each day, each hour can feel like a long exhale that never quite ends when you’re a caregiver. It’s not always dramatic. Sometimes it’s just the steady drip of it. The calendar that looks like a game of Tetris. The phone calls you can’t ignore. The mental checklist you keep running even while you’re brushing your teeth. The way your body stays half-on, even when you’re technically sitting down. And if you don’t have something that fuels y

This weekend, I had a long stretch of driving and train time—enough hours to think about 2026 and what I want the next chapter of my life to look like. There were podcasts in my ears, moments of quiet reflection, and yes, a nap or two. Even when my body slowed down, my mind didn’t. It kept circling the same thoughts. There were flashes of excitement—those moments when you imagine a life with more space, more purpose, more peace. And then there were moments of doubt that follo

This week's blog post isn't one piece with a central theme. More like musings from the week—three conversations and experiences that...

The loss of my wife Lynda on June 6, 2024, was difficult and deeply painful. I am still in disbelief after six months of not hearing her...