I am indeed often bringing up the rear, snapping pictures of my children walking toward our next adventure, or more often these days, walking toward their own.

Villainous thoughts slithered through my brain like liquid nitrogen as I watched my husband Ken carry a fresh turkey into our home—the day AFTER Thanksgiving.

When I gave birth to our first child, we also gave birth to the next generation—the seventh, to be exact.

It means that I am raising a family and also taking care of a parent.