“I’m fine. Really, it’s under control.” If you are a member of the "Sandwich Generation" in Dallas or Hiram, you’ve probably said those words at least a dozen times this week. You say them to your spouse while you’re folding laundry at 11:00 PM. You say them to your boss in Paulding County when you’re five minutes late because you had to make sure your father took his evening medications. You might even say them to yourself as you lie in bed, ears strained, listening for the sound of a...

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