People write a lot these days about leaning into your feelings. About how it’s okay to not be okay. About how finally, finally, we’re all starting to get in touch … Continue reading Fortitude.
Tag: dealing with feelings
Forgiveness.
The holiest days of the Jewish calendar are drawing near. Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year) and Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement) are steeped in many traditions, one of … Continue reading Forgiveness.
Compartmentalizing.
As I’ve noted before, in my professional life, I am a teacher. At the small Jewish private school where my main day job takes place, my primary assignment is second … Continue reading Compartmentalizing.
Belly of the beast.
As if I needed any more proof that I can do hard things – I returned to the belly of the beast this weekend. (I guess a refresher course is … Continue reading Belly of the beast.
The blood we choose.
“Blood is thicker than water.” We hear that all the time, don’t we? A colloquialism that implies we should put family above all else. (If you’ve been reading some of … Continue reading The blood we choose.
Burn Scars.
I’ve had enough fire for a lifetime. Engulfed, And then lifted above the flare, And then engulfed for more. Scald, rinse, repeat. No salve will heal these burn scars And … Continue reading Burn Scars.
Cellular regeneration.
I’ve read somewhere that all the cells in our body regenerate every, like, seven years. I’m not sure if it’s true, but it’s an intriguing concept. My husband and kid … Continue reading Cellular regeneration.
Hippo birdie days.
Some days are just fucking hard. All days have their challenges, some small, some massive, and a variety in between. And I do believe that no challenge is insurmountable, even … Continue reading Hippo birdie days.
Be afraid, and do the thing.
The air is heavy this evening. I go out to the backyard with the dog, and I’m immediately weighed down by it, my lungs struggling to expand. Today, we got … Continue reading Be afraid, and do the thing.
Sticking the landing.
Last night in my kitchen, I lost a fight with a roll of plastic wrap. I was trying to tightly wrap up half of the pound cake I’d made that … Continue reading Sticking the landing.
Journeys in the Dark 