Articles by Amy Shankland

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched I’ve shared our recent “empty nester” status with all of you, which is a common point in life when you’re in the sandwich generation. I have…

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched If you heard some whooping and hollering last Tuesday morning, it was probably me. Yes, y’all (my friend Cindy from the south has rubbed off on…

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched I woke up last Tuesday morning with a sigh of relief. I had finally gotten a good night’s sleep. I had tossed and turned the previous…

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched I’ve mostly written about my mother in this column, and I’ve appreciated my readers’ love and support these last three years. Hopefully we’ve all helped one…

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched Last Saturday I volunteered for the morning shift at Agape Therapeutic Riding Center’s Mane Event horse show in Cicero. If you’ve never been there, by the…

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched Sandwich Generation – a generation of people, typically in their thirties or forties, responsible for bringing up their own children and for the care of their…

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched I know it’s the middle of August and we’re still a few months away from Thanksgiving. But my heart has been overflowing with gratitude lately. I…

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched I met a colleague last Thursday morning at Noble Coffee and Tea. I hadn’t seen this gal in a couple of years due to the pandemic….

By AMY SHANKLAND Sandwiched Just when I thought I had encountered everything perimenopause could throw at me, it decided to surprise me once again this year. As I’ve mentioned before,…