Sandwich by Catherine Newman
Life is a seesaw, and I am standing dead center, still and balanced: living kids on one side, living parents on the other.
Nicky here with me at the fulcrum. Don't move a muscle, I think. But I will, of course.You have to...
For the past two decades, Rocky has looked forward to her family’s yearly escape to the beach. The humble, quirky house they rent has been the site of sweet memories, sunny days, shared mishaps and memories. It is a place where her family comes together and Rocky wants to cling to every moment.
But with her body in open revolt and surprises invading her peaceful haven, the seesaw of Rocky’s life is tipping towards change…
Published 17th April
Life is a seesaw, and I am standing dead center, still and balanced: living kids on one side, living parents on the other.
Nicky here with me at the fulcrum. Don't move a muscle, I think. But I will, of course.You have to...
For the past two decades, Rocky has looked forward to her family’s yearly escape to the beach. The humble, quirky house they rent has been the site of sweet memories, sunny days, shared mishaps and memories. It is a place where her family comes together and Rocky wants to cling to every moment.
But with her body in open revolt and surprises invading her peaceful haven, the seesaw of Rocky’s life is tipping towards change…
Published 17th April
Life is a seesaw, and I am standing dead center, still and balanced: living kids on one side, living parents on the other.
Nicky here with me at the fulcrum. Don't move a muscle, I think. But I will, of course.You have to...
For the past two decades, Rocky has looked forward to her family’s yearly escape to the beach. The humble, quirky house they rent has been the site of sweet memories, sunny days, shared mishaps and memories. It is a place where her family comes together and Rocky wants to cling to every moment.
But with her body in open revolt and surprises invading her peaceful haven, the seesaw of Rocky’s life is tipping towards change…
Published 17th April