A while back I came across a full-page article in a nationally published newspaper that revealed the “third space.” I immediately thought of family life, my childhood, and growing up in the “fourth space.” Being the “little tick” in a young, roughneck, four-sibling family, I had to “hustle” to keep up and be a part of it. I spent plenty of time wrapped in “Plaster of Paris” casts to let broken bones heal. Then to think of the families of past generations of a dozen or more sibling and all those spaces of family protocol. So, why was this article so entrenched in the “third space” of family life?





