Recently, my therapist posed an easy question that I still struggle to answer, and it’s been almost two weeks since she asked it. She had the audacity to ask me…you … Continue reading It’s not my fault.
Unbecoming.
Don’t treat her that way, People told me. How could you act like this? “She’s your mother.” It’s unbecoming to cut you off, They say, Just like it was unbecoming … Continue reading Unbecoming.
Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
37.
I’m 37 today. Somehow it feels like now I’m undeniably a grownup. That sounds ridiculous, firstly because I have obviously been a grownup for many many moons now, and secondly … Continue reading 37.
Wild Geese.
A friend of mine recently shared this poem on her Facebook page, in the context of thinking about the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and the week in … Continue reading Wild Geese.
Aw, shucks.
Settle in and fasten your life vests, people, because I am about to take you on quite the oceanic adventure through my daughter’s brain. Here’s some background information: my daughter … Continue reading Aw, shucks.
If you knew…
If you knew that a horrible, life-altering event were going to occur tomorrow morning…what would you differently tonight? Would you hug your loved ones tighter? Read your kids one more … Continue reading If you knew…
The last moments of summer.
Tonight, we are enjoying the last moments of summer. Tomorrow, a new school year begins. My daughter will be a first grader. I’ll be returning to teaching art and also … Continue reading The last moments of summer.
Zionism is not a dirty word.
Antisemitism is at an all-time high, and social and news media outlets have done an excellent job of perpetuating the idea that the war in Gaza is everyone’s problem. In … Continue reading Zionism is not a dirty word.
I am an Existential Beach.
Every so often, a weather front will blow in and there will be a whiff of ocean in the air. A salty breeze, subtle, probably unnoticeable to most people, but … Continue reading I am an Existential Beach.
Journeys in the Dark 