December 6, 2015 • Laurie Newbound
I am fifty nine years old and I am losing my mind. Ok, I am not technically losing my mind, at least not yet. I see a therapist irregularly, and she assures me of this.
Of course, she is fifty nine, too, so not sure how much she can be trusted. I just FEEL like I am losing my mind. And, to my defense, I think most of my friends are, too. As defined by Wikipedia, (yes, this is lazy, but it is as good a definition as any) “the SANDWICH GENERATION is a generation of people who care for their aging parents while supporting their own children.” The term was officially added to the Merriam-Webster dictionary in July 2006.
May 19, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
I didn’t drink much in college. It wasn’t a big part of the culture of Sarah Lawrence, (weed was way more popular) but I did a guest semester at Mount Holyoke, and that was, absolutely, a drinking school. Girls at Mount Holyoke actually had bars in the dorms. They would stock the top of the dresser with what you might put in a bar cart, they had mixers, they had CHERRIES in jars and LEMON slices.
May 11, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
This week I am packing up an office I have had for seven years outside my home. I rented it during a time when our house felt noisy and chaotic and I needed a place of my own. Really, as Virginia Wolf famously said, a room of my own, because this is a pretty tiny room. But it was for a long time such a refuge for me.
May 5, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
Lest anyone think that I, for even one moment, assume I am in any position to suggest anything for anyone, I humbly share the following goals, sort of as a rough top ten, that I have been working toward for a while. If you find something in here that might work for you, feel free to try it and let me know how it works out.
April 27, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
As my mother emerged from her bedroom, she wore an expression I hadn’t seen on her before — panic. She has struggled with anxiety her whole life but right at this moment I could see that what was behind her eyes was raw, animal, adrenaline-fueled fear. She walked especially haltingly, her caregiver Nette by her side, supporting her extremely shaky, stiff gait.