Hi, I’m Liz and I believe caregiving should be a team sport. But too often caregivers go it alone unable to find the resources and support they need and want. So I have assembled a team just for you.

Welcome to Working Daughter, a community for women balancing eldercare, career, kids and life.

Are you struggling to care for an elderly parent or relative, hold down a job, and raise a family? Have you been searching for real world, practical answers on how to work with siblings, balance your time and have difficult conversations with your parents? Do you just need to be with people who understand? You’ve come to the right place. Read this.

My story

Several years ago both of my parents were diagnosed with terminal illnesses – on the same day! I struggled to do all that needed to be done for them all the while trying to be a mother to my children, partner to my husband, and stay employed! I consumed more white wine and Twizzlers than I care to admit and I thought I would lose my career, my marriage, and my sanity.

But I didn’t! I am still standing. And you will be too. With planning and support, we can not only survive the caregiving years – we can thrive in our many roles.

I invite you to become a member of Working Daughter. Browse our helpful articles. Hire a “sister” to help you. Join our online community. You are not alone!

Welcome to the sisterhood!

To reach me, email me at liz@workingdaughter.com. I’d love to hear from you.





11 thoughts on “Home”

  1. Just listened to your excerpt on Stuff Mom Never Told you. I’m only 25, but my parents are in their 60s and I also have a brother with a chronic illness. Being stretched very thin between being a professional, a daughter, a sister and a caregiver, is the stress of a lifetime.

    I’m thrilled there’s a place for support for this seemingly gendered caregiving. Thank you for your contribution to this subject.

  2. I care for my elderly mother who is 96. More then anything I hate people who come up to her and say “Your so lucky , I hope you make it to 100”. First of all my mother does not find her d age wonderful she’s frustrated and confined. She hates every minute of it. I am frustrated haggled and tired. When people say I hope you live to 100 I want to scream, what the hell did I do to you. Lucky I want to scream lucky that when her dementia is bad I am accused of everything from stealing to trying to kil her. Lucky I have no social life, lucky that my only time to go grocery shopping is on my lunch hour from work. Lucky that most every night I am awakened for her needing something. Lucky that I am never allowed to sit and eat my dinner because she is demanding something else. Lucky that I spend at least 8 hours a week trying to find something she hid from me. Lucky that I get to see her switch into another character when someone comes to visit. Lucky that when I complain to the rest of my family they say “ she’s not like that we with me” making me feel somewhat inadequate. Please just don’t say I am lucky, I just drew the short straw that’s all.

    1. Oh. My. God. Thank you. I hope it’s not bad to say that reading your words of struggle made me feel so much better! I just joined this group today because I am pretty much at the end of my frazzled rope! I have been caring for my mother, who will be 100 in October, in my home for 21 years. Yes. 21. For the past year she has been on Hospice. I quit my job to be her sole caregiver, 24/7. She rings a bell for me. All. Night. Long. I’m ready to chuck that bell into the woods.

    2. Arlene you are a Saint. Your mother will not understand what you are doing for her while she is on this earth but you are an outstanding daughter and never forget it.
      So much of what you wrote I can relate to precisely and it gives me so much heart to know I am not the only one. We do it out of love and for our best friend despite the complaints and criticism and yes it’s the hardest job there is.
      Look after yourself.

    3. I am so glad I read your frustration. I am so frustrated too. Three years ago my husband and I moved to TN and moved my parents from AL to live with us. Eight months later my husband died suddenly and then seven months later my dad died. Now my 89 year old mother is still with me and it is hard for two women to live in the same house. When my mother frustrates me I just go into my room because I don’t want to be disrespectful. My brother lives out of state; therefore I have full responsibility for our mom. I work part-time and when I’m at work I worry about my mon’s safety. I’m 63 and I want my life back!!

  3. I knew there HAD to be other working women somewhere, out there, dealing with the extraordinarily stressful care of aging parents! All the while caring for children, spouses, homes and keeping a job! After tossing and turning for two hours tonight, really morning, trying to figure out what the heck I’m going to do next, how I’m going to “it”, stay sane and be nice during this juggling act, I found this site💥 I feel better already!

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