One of my favorite things about teaching is, ironically, learning. More specifically, I love teaching in a Jewish elementary school because I frequently learn new things or come across new … Continue reading Batya.
Tag: dealing with feelings
Snow at Night
Why do I walkIn the snow at night,With the air so bitter?Why offer it my face to bite? Because it’s quiet. The sky is mute plumAnd the trees dream,Their branches … Continue reading Snow at Night
Parenting and re-parenting.
Ask any parent what it’s like to be one, and I would bet money that you’ll get some variation of the same answer… Exhausting. Rewarding, but exhausting. But rewarding. It’s … Continue reading Parenting and re-parenting.
Normalizing.
The other day I made an offhand joke to a fellow teacher about something my therapist often tells me, which in itself isn’t unusual…but I said it in front of … Continue reading Normalizing.
Adjusting the volume.
Whenever I express to my therapist that I worry I sound like a narcissist, or that I’m showing toxic traits too much like my mother’s, she reminds me of her … Continue reading Adjusting the volume.
Worst nightmare.
I had a nightmare last night. That’s not unusual. I used to have nightmares almost every night, but that’s gotten better with time and some hard work in therapy. Now … Continue reading Worst nightmare.
Who cares?
Have you ever had a certain song lyric just really hit home for you? I don’t know if this is peculiar, but I’ve had a particular affinity for any song … Continue reading Who cares?
Potential.
Sometimes we have hard days. Sometimes we have a bunch of hard days in a row. Sometimes the hard days start to stockpile until you feel like that’s all there … Continue reading Potential.
Wasteland.
Once, my home was a Wasteland. Devoid of true love, bone dry, Starved for integrity, and honesty. I walked alone among the Constantly swirling dust particles Of other people’s needs. … Continue reading Wasteland.
Worst-case scenario.
Me to my therapist this week: “How dare my trauma not fit conveniently into these nice little boxes I purchased just for the occasion?!“ I was joking, of course, but … Continue reading Worst-case scenario.
Journeys in the Dark 