"A book about birth, death, and the life we make for ourselves in the space between. Poopy Fingers is an honest, heartfelt reminder that we're all on the same journey through life, and that sometimes the only way to stave off the tears is to laugh in the face of our own humanity."
Simarjit Shergill MD
But for those rare few who find their passion in this multifaceted industry, the sense of job and life satisfaction are limitless. So too, however, can be the pervasive sense of loss and hopelessness. Poopy Fingers follows Kevin’s experiences as he fumbles through, and then stumbles upon his own passion for working with, and for, this often undervalued and ignored demographic.
However, Poopy Fingers: One Person's Account of Working in the Delightfully Strange World of Assisted Living, isn't just about the work of seeing to the daily physical and emotional needs of the residents of Gleeful Meadows Assisted Living, but rather explores the varying stages of life familiar to so many of us. With tenderness, compassion, and humor, Kevin describes with raw, and often painful honesty, his experiences with the residents and their families who are all trying to navigate the challenges that arise in our later years. What further helps this book encapsulate the myriad of the uncertainties presented by every stage of life is that during his tenure as activities director at Gleeful Meadows, Kevin’s wife is pregnant with their first child. Poopy Fingers is a true celebration of the circle of life, and a reminder that more often than not, we don’t pick our passions in life, they pick us, nor do we necessarily get to plan out the direction our life takes. Often we just have to strap in and try to enjoy the ride.