There are days when every heartbeat triggers a memory. Days when the opening notes of a song will bring me back to experiences I can’t bear to revisit. Days when … Continue reading There are days.
Author: Diana Koester
A practiced hand. (TW: sexual trauma aftermath)
I’ve said before that I’m more or less a master of compartmentalization. This does not mean that I never deal with things, or that I can pack my pain into … Continue reading A practiced hand. (TW: sexual trauma aftermath)
Staying afloat.
This week’s Torah portion (the section of the Torah that we read each week) is the story of Noah and the Great Flood. Most people know the gist of this … Continue reading Staying afloat.
Closing time.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. The above lyric and the title of this post come from a song of the same title, popular back in the … Continue reading Closing time.
Dutiful descendants; good ancestors.
I read somewhere recently that people often focus way too much on being dutiful descendants, when we should be working hard instead to be good ancestors. In other words, rather … Continue reading Dutiful descendants; good ancestors.
My mental health is mine.
It came to my attention this morning that today is World Mental Health Day; it’s now late in the evening, and this is the first time I’ve sat down all … Continue reading My mental health is mine.
Holy.
Why is Yom Kippur considered the holiest day of the year? I posed this question with fourth and fifth grade students today, and it was difficult for them to answer. … Continue reading Holy.
34.
I’m turning 34 tomorrow. In all reality it won’t feel all that dissimilar from 33, but I have a quirky, surely neuro-atypical thing about even numbers, so it hits a … Continue reading 34.
Endings.
A couple of days ago I found out about the untimely passing of a friend of mine. Well, a friend of my brother’s, really, but inevitably when my brother made … Continue reading Endings.
For auld lang syne.
I’ve been celebrating Rosh Hashanah my whole life, but it’s only actually been in the last few days that I’ve thought of the holiday in terms of how it might … Continue reading For auld lang syne.
Journeys in the Dark 