Karen Lichtman
Bio
Plant based. Runner. Young widow.
Stories (75/0)
Where My Head Is At
Thursday, 2 June 2022 I did this bizarro run into Sunset Park today, so I could land at a Five Below. Then I went in search of vegan tacos. Several places have moved and changed their names, so not even the internet could direct me. So I ended up at Renegades of Sunset, my old favorite. They know how to feed a vegan runner, who has just banged out five miles. As luck would have it, I ran into a gentleman, who owns an incredible Palestinian spot in my neighborhood. He is opening a second location at Industry City. It's a joy to watch, as my vegan options multiply. My choices at Ayat are numerous, and outstanding.
By Karen Lichtman2 years ago in Journal
Hello My Friend, Hello
End of May I called out sick today. I'm not really sick. But I'm definitely am depressed. Not just in a 'my life sucks sort of way,' this depression is coming from the inside. I haven't gotten my period since January, and now I am tremendously premenstrual. What the fuck?! I had my maxi pad bags packed. But either G-D, or Mother Nature, or whatever your belief is, had other plans. My soul-sucking job does not account for mental health issues in their paid time off plan. This all must be re-evaluated, since I am certain that I'm not the only one.
By Karen Lichtman2 years ago in Longevity
There's No Such Thing As a Best Friend
I had a strange and twisted relationship with my previous profession. I think I'll call him Joe. I think I chose the name Joe arbitrarily, however, there was an actual Joe. He created the company which I worked for. Which makes Joe a building, a company and a real guy.
By Karen Lichtman3 years ago in Longevity
Unscripted Daily Marathons
Changing Life With a Fresh Start Three months after my boyfriend, Jay, passed away, I was living life from my bed. I would leave my room for three things: peppermint green tea, cheese doodles, and Ben and Jerry's. Daily marathons of Real Housewives would keep me numb. There were days I would roll out of bed, onto the floor, and pull on my own hair just to stand up.
By Karen Lichtman3 years ago in Longevity
People I've Lost
Some Sort of After School Special I remember that it was a Sunday when dad picked me up from Hebrew school, and told me that a friend of his had died. Now this friend shared a name with our next door neighbor's crazy beagle, so I couldn't understand why he was so shaken.
By Karen Lichtman3 years ago in Families