Karen Schultz Tarnopol
It was 2010, and I was sitting in my beautiful, peaceful backyard, like so many other days, except this beautiful, sunny day was different. On this day, I was contemplating being thrown out of my house. I had two children to feed, and three weeks to find a job and a new place to live.... Continue Reading →
The greatest gifts in my life have come in the form of breast cancer, foreclosure, crazy bosses, my drug and sex addicted father, who passed away when I was ten years old, my ex-husband, my children, Jake and Jonah, and their sister, Sydnee, who died two days shy of her due date. One might ask... Continue Reading →
My sons were walking at 8 months old… They were potty-trained at 2, reading in Kindergarten and driving the day they turned 16. Well, not exactly. In fact, these were comments I heard from fellow mommies about their kids while I sat back questioning why my kids weren’t up to speed. As long as... Continue Reading →
There were 18 of us peacefully sitting around the Thanksgiving table enjoying our favorite meal together, the way we did every year; joking around, making fun of each other and eating a delicious, carbolicious meal. This year was different though; this was the Thanksgiving blowout of 2008! It all started when my sister had her... Continue Reading →
Sixteen years old, big crush, butterflies and all - Johnny Mathis, not the singer, stole my heart. He was a happy sixteen-year-old boy with the wise eyes of an old soul. I can see his face so clearly as if I just saw him yesterday. We had a ton of fun together and felt like... Continue Reading →
The greatest gifts in my life have come in the form of breast cancer, foreclosure, my drug and sex addicted father, who passed away when I was ten years old, my ex-husband, my children, Jake and Jonah, and their sister, Sydnee, who died two days shy of her due date. One might ask how losing... Continue Reading →
I was in the third grade at Middlebelt Elementary School, a public school, when my father apparently had a disagreement with the principal, and the principal told him he was crazy. This was not the first time somebody called my dad crazy, by the way, but this time the situation got heated and my father... Continue Reading →
My Papa Sam had a very distinct teaching style. I think Nike’s “Just do it” sums it up. When I learned to ride a bike, Papa Sam held onto the back of my bike running down the street with me, for about three seconds, and then he pushed my down the hill (which in retrospect... Continue Reading →
There was a time, a big chunk of my life actually, when I was angry as hell! I can’t pinpoint the exact cause of this anger, my life wasn't that bad compared to most, but I was mean! Unfortunately for those around me, this anger came with an obsession to be right. I had to... Continue Reading →
