Welcome to The Sandwich Lady

Welcome to my blog, which I have called The Sandwich Lady. I have been thinking about this for a long time. It’s for women who often feel sandwiched between the generations in their vast families, and between their comfortable life and their postponed dreams.

A Sandwich Lady has grown kids who love her but don’t need mothering and an octogenarian mom who still treats her like a little girl.
AND…this Sandwich Lady has a preteen son who keeps her feeling young but has some classmates whose parents look like her older children.
A Sandwich Lady occasionally feels as energetic as she did at 20, but nervously checks the obits every day to see if anybody in their 50s has died, and from what.
A Sandwich Lady has a lot more that she yearns to give the world – her professional talents, her personal insights, her passions, her wisdom – but worries that people won’t be able to look past her age.
A Sandwich Lady on some days wants to launch a business and on other days wants to bag groceries. She’s not sure which would make her happier.
A Sandwich Lady yearns for challenges that test and confirm her ability to change and to grow, but needs to overcome bad habits that she’s had for 30 years.
A Sandwich Lady is in a rut that is sometimes lined with velvet and other times lined with nettles. Sometimes she feels too tired to climb out.
On to more superficial things:
A Sandwich Lady stopped being a babe about 15 or 20 years ago, the first time somebody called her “Maam” instead of “Miss.” She remembers exactly where it happened. (At a supermarket in suburban Philadelphia.)
A Sandwich Lady knows that when she is out in public she should never EVER wear cargo pants and a black top unless she is willing to put on loads of makeup, because she’ll look like death or an unkempt teenage guy.
A Sandwich Lady plasters a beatific smile over her dismay when she’s out with her son and somebody assumes he’s her grandson.
A Sandwich Lady always puts on lipstick to keep her lips from looking like overcooked veal.
A Sandwich Lady is somewhat at peace with her face but not her neck (As Nora Epron pointed out so eloquently.)

I know there are other Sandwich Ladies out there.

6 thoughts on “Welcome to The Sandwich Lady

  1. Looking forward to reading your blogs.

  2. I am so excited that you started a blog! I can’t wait to read it each day. You’re such a talented writer. And I will always need mothering sometimes 🙂

  3. Great blog Cathy, have already shared it with friends. My favorite line was about the rut with nettles and velvet, true of me most of these days as 50 looms…

  4. Hey Cathy, not that I’m a lady but will certainly share with the ladies I know.

  5. Looking forward to reading more!

  6. Oh I’m there. Unfortunately I don’t have my octogenarian mom but am still “sandwiched” in the many shoulds and shouldn’ts that loom on the back deck of my life. Can’t wait to hear more.
    Good Luck!!

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