Sandwiched in the Middle: How is Anyone Expected to Survive this Place?

I am standing firmly on the bridge. 

Not approaching it, not seeing the end of it, but rather right smack in the middle of the bridge and it is agony. 

I don’t know when I first heard the phrase “Bridge Era” or “Sandwich Generation” or “Bridge Generation” or whatever it is, but I am here now. Camped out. 

My mom and son are both entering new phases. (Photo credit: Jyl Barlow)My mother and son are both weeks away from the next phase

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