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.
September 28, 2017 • Laurie Newbound
My mom has been really annoying me lately, and it’s been especially bad since she died last spring. It didn’t start immediately. Initially after her death I felt her presence from time to time, mostly in the condo she had shared with my father the last dozen years of her life. Her presence, but not her voice—it just felt like she was in the room.
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.