After 5 Years Caring for My Paralyzed Husband, I Overheard Him Call Me a “Free Servant”—So I…
On a sun‑bleached morning in Durham, North Carolina, the hospital courtyard smelled like disinfectant and overripe magnolias. Wheelchairs clicked over brick. A flag snapped against a clear Southern sky. I had a warm paper bag of banana muffins in my hands—his favorite—still giving off steam from my tiny kitchen, still soft from the oven, still … Read more