Fostering a New Parenting Possibility

Most every night of my childhood, my mom would come into my room to say goodnight. And on many of those nights, she would plop down at the foot of my bed, and we’d talk.

It was so easy to talk to her.

Now, not so much. At 89, Mom’s hearing is poor, even with the assistance of her hearing aid. Talking with her on the phone is especially difficult, as even a short conversation can leave me hoarse…