Triple Layer Sandwich: A Generational Tale

When my kids were tiniest I was an honorary member of the Sandwich Generation. My Mother and I shared caretaking responsibilities for my Grandmother. With a toddler in my hand and a baby on my hip, I was up all night. It wasn’t the kids keeping me up. I am proud of my husband for teaching both to sleep through the night with such efficacy. Oh, make no mistake, it was the sexiest thing that man could’ve done. Sadly, it did nothing to quash the tide of phone calls that …

Carpeting and the Sketches She Drew

We’re getting new carpet, and that means every item needs to be off the floor today. Even the box. You know the box. Everyone has one. My box was first my Grandmother’s box. When we packed her up in the middle of a blizzard in 1996 and moved her out of the apartment she’d rented since 1945, I stole a box of her belongings. They were her drawings. My Grandmother loved to sketch and I hear tales of my mother having painted a few canvases too. In 1965 they bore …