“Alright, Miss Betty,” says instructor Taqiyya Muhammad. “I think I need your help again.” Miss Betty has mastered her job by now. She slides a glue stick down a strip
Rebeccah DeVan’s grandfather, in declining health, called his home care aides “featherweights.” “Honey,” he’d tell them. “I don’t want to get you fired, but go get my grandbaby.” That was
Throughout his life, Chaplain Mark P. Harris, M.A., M.Div., Spiritual Counselor at Homeland Hospice, has responded to the call to serve others. On his journey to becoming a spiritual counselor,
Rosa Walker is the granddaughter of a slave who endured racism in the segregated South. She remembers the heartbreak over such tragedies as the 1963 killing of four girls in an Alabama church bombing. In the midst of the nation’s
Barbara Jones sees residents as ‘the sun and solar system’ of Homeland. Whether she’s laughing with co-workers or chatting with residents, Barbara Jones loves working at Homeland Center. “When my life gets crazy, I love to come in, get at
“Two heads are better than one,” goes the old saying. In the case of Homeland Center, residents benefit from the collective talents of not one but two boards, guiding management and staff through daily operations. Homeland’s Board of Trustees is a
Roy Justice blows on a conch shell, eliciting amazingly musical notes, and the regular presentation of “The Singing Historian” at Homeland Center begins. Twice a month, Justice brings classic American songs and the stories behind them to Homeland Center. The
