Yesterday my house smelled like apple cinnamon cake — the old recipe that I remember being very good before misplacing it and making do with the new recipe that isn’t … Continue reading Liminal space.
Tag: grief
Truth is a caged wild bird.
It took years of work But a feeling finally slipped out And we caught it in a butterfly net And kept a precarious hold on it And wrestled it into … Continue reading Truth is a caged wild bird.
A soft place to land.
Today is the saddest day of the year. On the Jewish calendar, that is. It is Tisha B’Av, and to be honest, it’s a slightly obscure observance compared to more … Continue reading A soft place to land.
Impression.
People in your life will come and go. Sometimes they stay for a season; Sometimes a few. Sometimes they leave an impression On your life Like fingerprints left in wet … Continue reading Impression.
Need-to-Know Basis.
I have had conversations recently with people about why I want my daughter to continue to attend our local Jewish day school, instead of enrolling her in public school. I’ve … Continue reading Need-to-Know Basis.
Begin again.
What do you do when you feel lost and uncertain? What do you do when the expectations around you don’t seem to match up with what you’re feeling inside? What … Continue reading Begin again.
“Just” a tank top.
My seven-year-old has had the audacity to keep growing, and found herself in need of new swimsuits this year. Remember, we are already into June; for some reason, swimsuit sales … Continue reading “Just” a tank top.
Badge of honor.
I’ve known a lot of people in my life who have worn their pain on their sleeves, or worse, weaponized it. People who have decided that they are the way … Continue reading Badge of honor.
Slipping into bad dreams.
Holidays are so hard sometimes, for the traumatized mind. Often, I have to balance celebrating a holiday with mourning what I’ve lost. Today I find myself not exactly mourning — … Continue reading Slipping into bad dreams.
Adaptation.
My therapist has told me that I’m above average at therapy. I am uniquely suited to actively participating in reflective conversation about myself, learning what it is I need to … Continue reading Adaptation.
Journeys in the Dark 