My apologies for the radio silence lately. There have been many things I’ve thought to write about over the last week or two, but it’s all frankly been so despairing … Continue reading Fear and hope.
Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
I have a dream where the irony is not lost on people that on a day honoring Martin Luther King Jr.’s legacy of fighting for civil rights and equality for … Continue reading Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
Everybody loves a comfort show.
We all have at least one movie or television show that we could (and do) watch over and over again and love it no matter how much we watch it. … Continue reading Everybody loves a comfort show.
Building blocks and boundaries.
I got unexpectedly triggered last night, and it’s Elton John’s fault. Not really, bless his heart. But indirectly, just a bit. With the start of the new year comes a … Continue reading Building blocks and boundaries.
Joy.
It’s time for my annual Word of the Year post. I like to start off the year not with resolutions, but with a word that I can focus on as … Continue reading Joy.
Everything.
Dearest daughter. I want to tell you everything. Everything that came before you. Everything that came to be you, from my side at least. I want you to know more … Continue reading Everything.
The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Some of you may recall a post I’d shared recently about a very special sweater I’ve had for ages that I’d discovered had gone missing. I mourned the loss of … Continue reading The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Shalom Aleichem.
Today, in the middle of the checkout line at Marshall’s, of all places, my daughter asked me how to say “I love you” in Hebrew. She’s currently in kindergarten at … Continue reading Shalom Aleichem.
Cracked rear view.
For years, I’ve ascribed to Spoon Theory, a popular concept among people living with chronic illness and pain. Essentially, there’s this idea that you start out each day with a … Continue reading Cracked rear view.
Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
Tuesday was my brother’s birthday. He turned 38. How is it that my own birthday doesn’t really make me feel old (not yet, or not most of the time), but … Continue reading Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
Journeys in the Dark 