By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. May 2018. Our last installment ended with our intrepid caregiver, Elizabeth, lamenting, “That’s what scares me. Who can help me put together a plan?” Her attorney nodded. “It is a scary situation. The thought of your mother coming...
By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. April 2018. The attorney’s phone rang. He activated his headset, “This is Tim.” “Good morning! This is Elizabeth Johnson. I need to talk to you. It’s about my parents. My mother fell last night, and was taken to a local hospital...
By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. March 2018. The bell on the outside doorknob jangled, startling the attorney out of his reverie. It had been a long day, and there was another client appointment pending. He straightened, stretched and strode to the waiting room. A...
By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. February 2018. “My brother said we should just download a will off the Internet for our mother, but that made me nervous. I didn’t understand it, and when I asked what things meant, he got mad at me. I don’t think he understood it, either.”...
By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. December 2017. “So first, I need to know a little about you. Married?” “Yes.” The hirsute gentleman nodded his head. “Will your spouse be joining us?” “No,” he said, “this is something I need to get done real soon. I leave for a business...
By Timothy S. Barkley, Sr. November 2017. The man plucked at my elbow in the Post Office the other day. “You’re that guy!” he exclaimed, “that guy who writes for the Messenger.” Relieved that he had not mistaken me for some old enemy, I nodded and smiled....
