The Haggadah demands each year That we see ourselves As having personally been Redeemed. That we each feel as though With an outstretched arm And a mighty hand The Lord … Continue reading Eternally Egypt.
Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
When I was student teaching in 2013, I was assigned to a challenging class of third graders, and learned quickly that trying to talk over them would only result in … Continue reading Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
Six months.
כֹּל עוֹד בַּלֵּבָב פְּנִימָהנֶפֶשׁ יְהוּדִי הוֹמִיָּה,וּלְפַאֲתֵי מִזְרָח קָדִימָה,עַיִן לְצִיּוֹן צוֹפִיָּה; עוֹד לֹא אָבְדָה תִּקְוָתֵנוּ,הַתִּקְוָה בַּת שְׁנוֹת אַלְפַּיִם,𝄇 לִהְיוֹת עַם חָפְשִׁי בְּאַרְצֵנוּ,אֶרֶץ צִיּוֹן וִירוּשָׁלַיִם.𝄆 Kol od ba’le’vav p’nima, Nefesh yehudi ho’miyah. … Continue reading Six months.
Burden.
My first name is Diana, who in Roman mythology was the goddess of the moon and hunting; to the Greeks, she was Artemis. (Although my more bookish father liked to … Continue reading Burden.
Conventionality.
Full disclosure, I am in a weird head space today, my friends. This post is basically a stream of consciousness, and if it feels like it ends on a minor … Continue reading Conventionality.
Small.
The world has a way Of making you feel so Small, Filled with awe and wonder At the quiet hugeness Of it all. Mountains. Lakes. Deserts. Oceans. Forests. Rivers. Earth. … Continue reading Small.
Profundity.
Ever hear the phrase, those who can’t do, teach? I’m chuckling to think of it because in this particular instance, I both do and teach. But I’m not sure if … Continue reading Profundity.
The tragic tale of my favorite color.
I am an elementary school art teacher. Color is kind of my thing. Admittedly, it’s been my thing since long before the art teacher gig. I’ve had a passion for … Continue reading The tragic tale of my favorite color.
Some random stuff.
I’ve been unable to write lately, for a number of reasons, most of them logistical. Early spring is an extremely busy time in our household; my husband travels a lot … Continue reading Some random stuff.
Endurance.
For someone who’s endured a metric fuckton of pain, both physical and psychological, you’d think the potential of it wouldn’t scare me. But it has been, lately. I consider myself … Continue reading Endurance.
Journeys in the Dark 