Dignity Isn’t a Countdown: When “Safety” Starts Feeling Like Control

would we be having this conversation?”

Denise blinked. “What?”

“If I were your father,” I said evenly, “would you be sliding brochures across the table? Would you be talking about sensors and cameras? Or would you call him ‘independent’ and brag to your friends that he still lives in his own home?”

Michael opened his mouth, then closed it. He knew the continue reading …