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About
“I couldn’t fix the system… so I created something better.”
I started HolistiCare Homes not because I planned to—but because I couldn’t not.
I was working in skilled nursing at the time, watching far too many elders fall through the cracks. One of them was Marla—a rehab patient with a broken hip and a bright mind who was treated like she didn’t matter. It lit something in me. I couldn’t stop thinking:
“What if this were my mom? Or yours?”
Around the same time, my husband and I were in our 40s, both running businesses, and feeling the pull to do something that really mattered. Something that reflected our values, not just our skill sets.
We opened a small assisted living home—seven beds, lots of heart—and quickly discovered the magic of real presence, human connection, and dignified care.
But we also saw the pain families were carrying.
Like Jane.
Her mom, Anne, had been falling at home. A trip to the ER turned into a hospital stay, then a rushed rehab placement—just one name from a list. Within two weeks, Anne had declined, fallen again, and was sitting in a soaked brief every time Jane came to visit. Then the rehab center called and said Anne’s insurance was out. She had to leave… in two days.
No plan. No clarity. No help.
That’s when Jane found us.
And that’s when I knew:
The problem was a system that moves too fast, communicates too little, and treats elders and their daughters like numbers.
We do things differently.
At HolistiCare, we lead with presence. We educate and advocate. We give families back their peace of mind—and moms like Anne a place to heal and feel safe again.
This isn’t just my work. It’s my mission.
Because no one should feel alone in a crisis.
Not on my watch.
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Seeking Daughter’s and Son’s, Sleepless but Still Standing — Searching for Safety, Sanity, and a Soft Place to Land
You’ve done it all.
The phone calls, grab & go prescriptions, cleaning between runs, the pre-cooked meals delivered with care. The worrying and sleepless nights are wearing you down.
The juggling and stress feels like a constant hum of worry just beneath your heartbeat.
You are the one everyone counts on. The one who keeps all the doctors notes, everyone on the same page and the trunk full of medical equipment. You’re laugh lines do not show, but you are quick to smile. A full breath has not filled your lungs in months. Your calendar is packed and your days run together.
Still, you show up.
Your love for her is too strong.
But something inside is starting to whisper louder: There has to be more than this.
More than measuring love in miles driven and pills organized. More than fast food in the parking lot between errands. More than feeling like time with mom is a task to manage, not a moment to cherish.
What you want is simple:
To sit beside her without multitasking.
To laugh with her.
To hold her hand.
To reclaim the hours that are bleeding away unnoticed.
Do not give up—choose a better way.
Be present in each moment.
You are wise, you know that loving well doesn’t mean doing it all alone.
You’ll never regret the time you finally got back.
At HolistiCare Homes, it’s all about you. What do you want your experience to be?
Feel Confident in Dad’s Care –Personalized support ensures he gets exactly what he needs.
Enjoy a Lifestyle That Fits Mom –Customized care plans help her live the way she want.
Be Heard and Understood – Open, supportive communication makes sure her needs are met.
Improve Dad’s Well-Being – Guidance on self-care and daily routines helps him stay healthy and happy.
Gain a Sense of Control – We empower her to make choices and pursue meaningful experiences.
Come In. Breathe Out. This is Home.
- What’s that I see when I step inside, a warm welcome, I feel like I have been hugged by the soft and gentle rhythm of easy listening music drifting through the air. Perfectly arranged seating invites conversation and comfort. And then—those cabinets. Tall, graceful, and touched with a soft, earthy stain—crafted like someone cared. I’ve already exhaled and didn’t even notice.
- Before I even realize it, my feet are moving. I’m being pulled toward the kitchen. Mmm… it smells amazing…I can almost taste the rich, buttery aroma that swirls through the air—fresh garlic sizzling, coaxing out its sweetness.
The soft thock-thock of a knife echoes as herbs are chopped—bright, fragrant, patiently waiting to add their zest to the dish.
A large serving bowl rests on the counter, overflowing with deep green leaves—pops of red, gold, and sapphire peeking through like jewels in a forest.
My stomach answers before I do.
Dinner isn’t just cooking—it’s calling.
- A soft giggle drifts from down the hall—light, unexpected, contagious.
I round the corner and catch glimpses of cheeky smiles, quiet teamwork, unspoken rhythms that pulls me in further.
There’s movement, but no rush.
There’s a gracefulness in the completion of tasks—playful, purposeful, patient.
There’s a warmth here, not from the thermostat, but from the way people see one another.
It embraces me like grandma’s well-worn quilt
And in that moment, I don’t have to wonder or worry.
This is home.
This is safe.
This is love
How we do what we do…it’s quite simple in its complexity.
- We focus every moment of every day on making sure your mom or dad’s wants and needs are met.
- We are forever curious, to be sure that we may see the unseen
- We find solutions to daily challenges and are fully present in each moment
I See You – Wrap up in Grandma’s Quilt-come spend some time with us
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