Karen Iseminger
Karen Iseminger
Professional writer - if somebody would just hire me. My words make a reader feel like they've lived an experience, not just read about it. I specialize in heartwarming, humorous pieces but have found the most success with human interest sports articles. I'm a pharmacist by day and a writer by night; but I sure would like to be a writer all 24 hours.

...isnt every dang day Grandparents Day?The other day, Abby suggested she might like to live with Pop. This stroke of genius came to her right after I told her she was grounded until further notice and right before she slammed her bedroom door. You need to know... this desire for a change of address is nota groundbreaking event; she comes from a long line of my children who thinktheir grandfathers house is their best shot at happiness.Im not gonna lie... Im temptedto give it a go.I meanif anybody knows what shes in for its and m thinking it wont be the youtubewatchingoreoeatingnaptaking good time she thinks itll be. Oh no... Ive seen the manin action.Memories of my childhood are but a blur of weekends spent cutting firewood, evenings spent watching westerns and mornings spent without him because he was up and out long before I got up.And as far as giving him sass... no thank you!HA! let her roll her eyes at him ONE.TIME.But the more I thinkabout it, the more I realize there s no way that man willlet me win and trust me when I say Im using the term win VERY loosely; as a matter of fact, let me rephrase theres no way Pop willallow MY home to be the lesser of two evils... he willabsolutely bring out the big guns. This... Ive also seen in action.When my kids spend time with their grandfather its all 4wheelers, Weekend at Berniesand 3 course breakfasts. Obviously, its the nature of the beast that allows grandparents to have bigger guns to bring out. They have less obligationsresulting in more patience. They have less mouths to feed resulting in more disposable income. And franklythey have measurable free time to orchestrate an indefensible vendetta against the very people who thought THEIR house was the greater of two evils. Those factsalone make for an unfair fight... but then we Gen Xers find that we are at warwith aBaby Boomer enemy whocan, and will, change the rules of engagement on a whim.Suddenly, the same guy who mockingly pranced around with Jordache written on a piece of masking tape, stuck to his backsidethinks nothing of dropping $500 on THE softball batof the year(which he determined after hoursof internet research). The guy who grounded his kid for simply opening and plucking a handful of candy from his bag of Rolos is now winking at the grandchild who finished off hpack of oreos (it seems I have a little mouse who loves cookies... I guess Ill have to buy a bigger pack next time HUH?????Looking back on it, Im fairly certain my father never carried on a single conversation with any of my friends or their parents during my high school years; these days we walk into any of my kids school events and the guy is MPopularity everybody knows Pop, and everybody wants to chat with Pop. I half think theyd crown him Homecoming King if they could... I cant honestly venture a guess as to his stance on bedtimeit was never an issuein my childhood home, faced with another episode of Gunsmokeor Casey Kasem on my bedroom

A Grandparent's Day article for a local publication. My daughter wants to move in with my dad... let them have each other!

Sep 10 23September 10, 2023

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