The cat died. I probably should have eased you into that more slowly, but I’ve never been known for my tact. It’s okay. She was really old. It wasn’t unexpected. And yet it was, because no matter how much you think you’re ready for it, you …
Tag: parenting
Why Being ‘Too Sensitive’ Is Really Pretty Great
From the minute I stepped onto the boardwalk loop at Congaree National Park I was spellbound. It’s a short hike that could be simply described as a stroll through a forested floodplain. To me, though, it felt like entering the gates to heaven. Trees as tall …
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What I Learned From My Very First Tech Shabbat
My very first blog post here at I’m Sick and So Are You chronicled a 30 day respite I took from social media. I’d grown concerned over the amount of time I spent on my phone and I thought a detox was in order. I survived …
Sometimes Wrong Turns Are Meant To Be
The plan was simple. Take the teenager, hike a mile and a half into the woods on a marked trail inside a state park, and meet up with friends who were camping. Then, have a glorious day, be wholly and profoundly changed by the experience, impart …
If Only I Had a Me
I almost fell asleep making dinner. I hadn’t sat down and forgotten it. I literally almost fell asleep standing up stirring a pot of boiling pasta. I’m tired. Bone weary. My soul is yawning. If only I had a me to help carry the load. I’ve …
One Foot In The Grave And The Other In The Kitchen Sink
Our daughter recently graduated from college with a degree in archaeology. Despite telling her for four years that she’d never find work in her chosen field, she has landed a job in, you guessed it, her chosen field of work. So, remember to shove that in …
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Sometimes You’ve Got To Make It All About Me
This is the second post in a series, The Other Side of Being Sick, chronicling my path to learning how to be well once again. If you missed the first post, Resolve to Reconnect, you can read it here. “Where are you going?” I would ask …
In The In Between
A mountain was building cell by cell. It grew bigger and bigger still as summer persisted weeks into fall. Traipsing through the yard with bare feet. Lying in the grass, our skin inhaling the sun. No one ever noticed the mound that grew beneath us. Not …
Dad, We Are Finally Free
Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 88. He died on Independence Day a few years back. I don’t know how many years back, exactly, because my dad wasn’t the kind of guy you always wanted to remember. He was often the man I’ve …
