People my age — the sandwich generation –may be wrapped up in any number of ways.
“I feel like a flat, pasty piece of grilled cheese, all squeezed between two slices of bread,” said a good friend of mine to me the other day.
I sensed the pain in her voice as she used that metaphor. She is a daughter of elderly parents and a mom of many adult children who need her. She’s pulled (and pushed) in different directions and it hurts.
She felt quite stressed, and needs support during this frustrating period of life, and so do I. Continue reading