Love It

Every person fears those words. It's hardly ever used for happy things, and they tend to be the start of a life changing conversation. In recent times there has been so much said about marriage equality, and the rights of every person to be married to the person they love.  The law is not just about the right to marry as there are few legal benefits to the institution, and it's an institution with more holes than Swiss cheese.  I've heard every  argument for and against, and I remain convinced by the argument for. That's my choice. Choices are what we make to create change, to have decisions, to pass laws and to get on with the job. We have choices that define us as people, but our fundamental core is not a choice. Call it DNA, call it programming, genetic ancestry, whatever title we give it we have no choice in it.  I didn't choose to be half-Slovak. I didn't choose to have red hair and green eyes. And, I didn't choose to be straight. Imagine that?  

So we've become the sandwich generation. The meat in the sandwich of a genetic luncheon platter. How? When did this happen? I had a deep and meaningful discussion with the ham to my cheese this morning. We talked about lots of funnies before hitting some serious stuff.  Sandwiches. You see we are children, but we are parents. These other generations are the bread that make the sandwich. They are both absorbed with what they need, what they are, and generally consumed with whether they are white, brown, 5 seed, rye, or gluten free! They can be thick, thin, toast, even rolls really. Yet, while they are consumed with themselves, without us what are they? A lump of substance that lacks strength, that can be sliced, torn, used to soak up the spillls, toasted or croutoned! They are not a sandwich. And now think of a sandwich. The variety, the flavour, it is almost a life force. You can live on sandwiches. 3 meals a day - a bacon and egg sarnie for breakfast, a smoked salmon, cre