HeyJaredEvie Frances
I’m Evie Frances, a writer shaped by caregiving, faith, and a complicated past. I share reflections on grief, memory, and grace—writing from the quiet edges of life, where meaning reveals itself in stillness.
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The Best Thing Ever (opens the original)
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Stretchy Pants (opens the original)
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The Shampoo Bowl (opens the original)
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Shrinking (opens the original)
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It feels like my life is shrinking. I’ve always taken comfort in a routine, but when does routine become a rut?When we get up, I take our two dogs out. My husband goes into Jane’s room and gets her little dog, who never leaves her side. We take her out and feed her, then return her to Jane’s room.It is 4:45am, almost precisely that time every day. My dogs are on a schedule, as are my husband and I.I get Jane’s medication and leave it with a glass of water next to her chair in the living room. So
It's Happening Again (opens the original)
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It’s happening again—the dementia, paranoia and delusions. But this time, it’s not my father. It’s my mother-in-law. I’ll call her Jane.She moved in with us two weeks ago. She is 95.Jane had been living at an independent living facility, and my husband’s sister “Mary” had been checking on her several times a week. Mary lives about 10 minutes away.This arrangement worked fine for several years, but in the last year, Jane began showing signs of dementia. One day she got lost riding her scooter to
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