Martha told her caregiver that I didn’t understand cooking, on account of my odd and probably life-threatening vegetarianism. So I started making steak in butter.

Nina Martinez and Roberta Payne reached the emergency contact section and there was no one to list. The business case never made sense. We showed up anyway.

Dr. King told a room of organizers that some things are worth staying maladjusted to. It turns out that is an active space, and a productive one.

Seven caregivers thought huddles might work. They loved the substance and could not tolerate the meetings, so I listened and took the scheduling apart.

Jenny Kimball fussed at me about my headshot and then introduced me to the La Fonda Foundation. What I found there was a mother, two children, and a gaze I recognized.