Sandwich Generation

Between our parents and our kids sometimes we don’t know which way is up.

And I don’t know about you, but I’m still recovering from my own deeply entrenched childhood issues.

These posts are all about my experiences as parent, adult child, and recovering child of dysfunctional parents.

“You’ll know right away whether your daddy is dead or just injured.” “How?” “If he’s dead then they send two men in a car to your house, but if he’s only injured they just send one.” I was seven years old when I rushed home to tell my mother this important news I’d learned on […]


It all began when my car broke down in the middle of the night hundreds of miles from home. For those of you just tuning in, I’m a labor and delivery RN, and for the past year I’ve been working as a traveler. A traveler is a nurse who contracts out to the highest bidder […]


Okay. There. I said it. I feel much better now that I’ve gotten that out in the open. I know a mother is NEVER supposed to think that her child’s love interest is good enough for her precious booby-woobie, but this time my son done got himself a winner. In case you’re wondering what my […]


This post is inspired by Shot@Life, an initiative of the United Nations Foundation. During the month of August–Blogust–31 bloggers are writing about moments that matter. For every comment on this post and the 30 other posts, Walgreens will donate a vaccine (up to 50,000 vaccines). A child dies every 20 seconds from a vaccine-preventable disease. We can change […]


This post is sponsored by Decide. Create. Share. a free seven-step program created by AARP to help women take charge of their futures. “Just get a gun and shoot me.” That’s what my mother told me I should do when she got too old, and/or too sick, to make her own medical/legal/financial decisions. I laughed it off. […]


  Jeff and I have recently been boomeranged. Don’t bother looking up the word “boomeranged” in the Urban Dictionary. They have it all wrong. To be boomeranged is when your adult child moves back home. For us it means that our son wanted and needed to come home to regroup for a season before dashing […]


For those of you who don’t know, one week ago today a five-week old baby boy was placed in my daughter’s arms. And just like that, I became a grandma! Currently all is forgiven between me and God. No, I haven’t changed my mind about Him. I still think He runs this planet on a […]


Dear Mom, Today would be your 70th birthday if you hadn’t up and died. I sure wish you were here to celebrate it with me instead of me being here alone, feeling sad and blue that you are dead and gone. I’ve missed you a lot over these past two years. Well, at first I […]


Earlier this year, after 3 years of concerted (and I’m told very enjoyable) effort, it was discovered that my daughter and her husband will most likely never be able to have biological children of their own. This, coupled with a myriad of other serious personal issues, delivered the one-two punch that culminated in this year’s nervous […]


“DAMMIT!” That’s the first word that popped into my head when I woke up this morning at 4am.  I went to bed hoping to sleep like the dead until at least 10, but my dog started scratching himself and woke me up, dammit. I was in the middle of a vivid dream about two friends […]