My dad’s brother is my Uncle Chuck. He’s a teacher by trade and an Irish Christian Brother by calling. He took a vow of poverty and lives with Christ in his heart. He devoted his life to teaching young men the ways of the Lord by teaching in several all men’s high schools during his multiple postings over maybe 60-70 years of ministry.
Continue readingIt’s been a year since we have all gathered in this familiar space. We come to bare our souls to each other and the public at large. We revisit with old friends and find new ones. We catch up on each other’s lives. Who has a new baby? Who is newly married…or divorced? Who has moved homes or classrooms? Who has left teaching entirely and is just still lurking out there?
Continue readingI wouldn’t say that my kidneys are broken. I mean—they work. They are doing everything they are supposed to do. They just do a little more. They like to make lovely not-so-tiny kidney stones. Then those stones like to move around and block things. In both kidneys. At the same time. Both ways. Uphill. In the snow.
Continue readingEight years ago, we woke up to the sound of laundry detergent bottles floating into walls in the basement. We called in sick to work and waited for direction from emergency personnel that would come too many hours too late.
I was wiped out yesterday. Hence the double slice today with not a single slice yesterday. It turned out that my kidney stone situation was a bit more complicated that we originally thought. I had to have a semi-emergency surgery Friday night to preserve my kidney functioning. Although they were both functioning at the time, they were fearful by the size and location of the kidney stones as well as the inflammation and elevated white blood cell count, things could go from stable to dire in the blink of an eye.
Continue readingI felt the familiar pain start to creep in. Mid back just below the ribs on the right. Then a wave of nausea hit and I knew. Fucking kidney stone. My ultimate nemesis.
Continue readingMarch 2019: I’m worried about George’s language. He’s 16 months old and only saying Dada. He’s a boy and the doctor convinced me that his hyper verbal sister is not the best comparison. I know this. But my gut is telling me there is something going on.
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What happens when I catch him?
Does he know Santa?
How big is he?
What does he like to eat?
What is his name?
I heard her singing while eating lunch. The babysitter asked what song it was. She explained the funny videos she sometimes watches with me.
Continue readingDaycare kids are always sick. Or at least so it seems. The dreaded words it must be viral are the absolute worst. I’ve heard them more times than I can count. So when we went into lockdown in mid-March 2020, one would suspect that my kids would be the healthiest ever. No daycare. No germs.
WRONG.
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Karyn In The Kitchen 