Caring in Spite of Ourselves

It's the most dangerous job in healthcare.

I know this, because a few years ago I left my executive job to learn about the women who took care of my mother. We're called care workers.

I wanted to know: Why was her care so uneven? And who will take care of me when I need it? Seventy million aging baby boomers are facing a shortage of care workers. One reason may be that we—care workers, not baby boomers—suffer the highest rate of workplace violence in the U.S.  

I wanted to know: Why is that? I wanted to know, What can I do? 

And I wanted to know: What are they talking about when they talk about love? Because nursing homes and homecare agencies always do. And finally: Did my mother's care workers love her? 

My Mother's Keepers is a memoir of caring on the clock—of Holocaust survivors and aging leftists; of Filipino networks, dauntless refugees, and accidental caregivers; of Mozart, joy, shame, poverty, largesse, and the future America seems to be making for itself.