By Tammy Strobel
Right now I’m standing in my parents kitchen, at the island, writing. The island is the gathering spot at my parent’s place; it’s where we cook, eat, and talk.
My mom left the house earlier to go to an exercise class and I’m alone in the house. Well, that isn’t completely true. I have a sleeping dog at my feet and we’re listening to Ludovico Einaudi, so I have company. I have to say, it feels really odd not having my dad here. I know he will be home soon. I just hope he’ll come home as the same man. As I sit here thinking about him, I know he would be upset with me because I haven’t been taking care of myself this week.
When I was a Victim Advocate I learned how important self-care was for both my physical and emotional health. Normally, I’m good... More...
