My fourth graders are trying their hand at writing their own folktales at the moment, and several of them have chosen to follow the structure and elements of myths. (Folktales … Continue reading Pandora’s Landmine.
Tag: childhood
Besties.
Today, we were experiencing some icky winter weather. When my daughter and I arrived home from school, I noticed there was a package on our front porch that had a … Continue reading Besties.
Beat the bus.
Today, I went to the nail salon to get a manicure. Normally, I plan ahead and make an appointment, but I today I just went there when I found the … Continue reading Beat the bus.
Stranger than fiction.
I’ve been reading since approximately age 2. Love of books has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember, so much so that it’s … Continue reading Stranger than fiction.
Tread lightly.
I had a weird dream last night. I had people over for Christmas (which could easily be the weird part in itself, since we’re Jewish and don’t celebrate Christmas at … Continue reading Tread lightly.
Full circle.
Ever cook something that, when you taste it, immediately brings you back to a place you never thought you’d go again? Today, for the first time ever, I tried my … Continue reading Full circle.
“Not my daughter.”
I am a studious and intellectual person. I’m very cerebral. I truly always have been, for as long as I can remember. From a very young age, I was usually … Continue reading “Not my daughter.”
No rules.
There are no rules during the holiday season – or in any season, actually – which dictate that you cannot be both sad and thankful, or both irritated and gracious, … Continue reading No rules.
Tortured artist.
I was recently discussing with my therapist just how much I think, and speak, in metaphor. Anyone who knows me (or, by now, anyone who has read even a little … Continue reading Tortured artist.
There are days.
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.
Journeys in the Dark 