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.
November 29, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
It was pretty dull the other day at my parent’s place, both of them just seemed to want to sleep. Their matching living room recliners are getting a lot of use, there is a lot of reclining going on these days. Hopeful that one of them would wake up soon enough for us to have some kind of visit, I indulged in my not so guilty pleasure, which is digging into their old photo albums.
November 17, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
I began posting on this website not quite a year ago, intending to share my experiences with, among other things, my parents as they went through this last chapter of their lives. But a short while ago, as the going got tough, I, I have to admit, got going. I didn’t show up here. The moment shit got real, the moment my mother started to really, seriously fail, I found it almost impossible to sit at my computer and put my thoughts together, to barely even record what was happening.
August 12, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
I am going to tell you something I have never told anyone before, partly because it makes me sound slightly crazy:
About fifteen or so years ago, when my oldest daughter Holly was around eleven, I thought I had received a visit from her from the future. See? I told you….
Ok, full confession, I have always had a special fondness for time travel plots.
August 1, 2016 • Laurie Newbound
My parents in 1953, my husband and me on our wedding day, 1988
This summer I attended back to back early July weddings, two weekends in a row, 6,000 miles apart. One was in California, one in England. I had forgotten what an emotional wallop this kind of event can be. No, not this KIND of event, THIS actual event. A wedding.