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.
Tag: family
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.
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.
Part of every journey is the end.
It may seem odd to start off the new year with a blog post about an end, when everyone is focusing more on beginnings, but it’s taken me this long … Continue reading Part of every journey is the end.
A little more light.
Hanukkah is an eight-night-long holiday that celebrates our people’s victory over oppressive forces that tried to destroy us (other than its duration, you could say the same about pretty much … Continue reading A little more light.
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.”
Journeys in the Dark 