I not-so-recently relocated to the Hudson Valley. Here we have a deep well and are surrounded by the farms that grow our food, among other amazing comforts. As a lifelong urban girl, my time in the woods has been hilarious, wonderful, frustrating, trying. I am such a fish out of water, but I no longer think about nature deficit disorder! There are many things–big and small–that scare me up here. Put me on a subway at 3am no problem, but show me a tick crawling across my 2-year-old and aaaaa! Tick-borne disease is on the rise. It’s terrifying. Neighbors and friends all around me are diagnosed weekly. It’s not just Lyme. It’s co-infections and more. Some of them are suffering chronically. So we all endlessly tick check. Day in and day out. Night in and night out. Searching and searching. And we wear a lot of white stuff tucked into white socks. I realize not everyone actually tick checks. So I decided to write about it — why to, how to, who else is checking (Jill Kargman from Odd Mom Out, fashion designer Cynthia Rowley, and some Kardashians, among others). The result is here, in The New York Times. Tonight make sure to check you and yours!
(Also, very pleased to have entered Hudson Valley hookup into the Times lexicon.)