Sometimes, we act and live in ways that evoke odd feelings. Sometimes, living seems to be nothing more or less than a job. Sometimes, we find ourselves living in a part-time existence. We are part-time parents, part-time siblings, part-time offspring, part-time employees, part-time grandparents. With a degree of anguish, we try to isolate one from the other, to be wholly one or the other. It doesn’t work. The choice of one in isolation from another results in our feeling torn, estranged, weird, and incredibly sad.