When Life Happens is a new section from Conflict and Scotch. Click the banner to read guest blogger, Michelle Casey’s post(s). They are about changes in your life, like a new baby, a career change, or a family member who needs care. She offers practical steps for getting through big changes and ideas for asking for help along the way.
It is Monday night, and I am sitting here in New Jersey waiting for Hurricane Sandy to reach landfall.
That title might be misleading. I don’t dance.
That is, until last Thursday night.
Found out something disturbing the other night. Not even sure how or when it happened, but it turns out I’ve been in a cult.
I am amazed that siblings growing up in the same house could be so different from one another. My daughter, Amanda, my sons, Alexander and Danny, may share a common genetic code, but that’s about it. You can tell they are related but I knew watching them grow up, they weren’t the same.
It’s Saturday morning, September 11th 2021. I am going to write this with minimal editing and spell check. Apologies in advance for any errors.
The one thing they don’t tell you about getting old is…
...you are going to get old.
Before I start this post I want to apologize in advance. There are two things I rarely write about. One is bodily functions. The other is health issues. My own health issues I can discuss.
Other people’s health issues?
Not so much.
The winner of the Academy Award for Overacting is:
The 2026 FIFA World Cup Final.
Initially, Amanda's due date was July 7th (7/7), which ironically is her mom's favorite number (7). Every day after the due date was filled with anticipation of the big moment.
Growing up in Brooklyn, I remember two distinct, and very dangerous, memories of the Fourth of July.
I have been told I drive like a turtle. Slow and cautious, always in the right lane.
I didn’t know when I stepped into my car that day that all of that was about to change.
It was Father’s Day a few years ago and the kids and I decided to do a tour of the Jersey shore. The plan was to start in Asbury Park, and then we would work our way along the coast to Belmar and then end up in Point Pleasant for a late lunch. In Asbury Park, as we walked the boardwalk, I got excited as we neared Convention Hall. I told the kids to follow me...
