Articles by Amy Shankland

Basement memories

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched As we sat in our basement last Sunday morning around 3:30 a.m. thanks to tornado warnings, I couldn’t help remembering another basement from long ago. My…


Role reversal

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched When someone asks me what is the hardest part of being in the sandwich generation, I immediately reply “the role reversal.” After decades of your mother…



Don’t hesitate to celebrate

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched It just hit me that my mother will be 90 in three months. I mentioned this to my husband John and he asked what my siblings…


Filling in the blanks

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched I finally got to see my mama Wednesday morning! With my husband and I both having COVID-19 in January, it had been a month since I’d…


Food is medicine

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched “Let food be thy medicine, and let medicine be thy food.” – Hippocrates I started out 2022 with a New Year’s Day brunch with Our Gang,…



Don’t stop those tears

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched About 10 days ago, while my husband John was away working in Kentucky, I sat on the floor with one of our cats in my lap…


Donate blood if you can

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched With all the trouble in the world right now, I’ve been feeling like I really need to help others. Normally I give back through volunteering at…