It’s called the MedCottage. It’s a hospital room in an prefab shed. You put it in your backyard, if you have a backyard, and then you put your grandma in it. You can visit her if you want or you can just check in on her via the security cameras installed in the place. You can also monitor her vitals on your computer. It costs $125,000 with installation, which is a lot but not as much as a few years in a good assisted living facility. Everyone gets old, did you know that? It’s either that or die young. One or the other. Okay bye.
David Ritz wrote a very lovely essay about watching his father struggling to provide for his family in Dallas, Texas for the latest issue of D Magazine, which just hit newsstands yesterday.
"You’ll notice your car is not in the driveway," my mother said, as soon as my dad left.
Jimmy Flynt had a terrible falling out with his infamous brother Larry a few years ago (over business and money, which unfortunately happens sometimes when family members work together), but has reinvented himself as a seller of "sexy gifts."
I have my own idea about how kids can end up with such different values about money. It’s about the trajectory of our middle-class parents’ income.
"God damn it, Charlie, go upstairs and take a shower!" were my Dad's first words to his half-brother when he arrived at our home on Thanksgiving Day, 2004.
The "sandwich generation" is not a generation that likes sandwiches (that's pretty much every generation), but a generation of older working adults who are supporting both their adult children and their parents.