It is springtime here, and among other things, that means it’s Stanley Cup time! I am in no way a diehard NHL fan, and really I’m a hockey enthusiast come … Continue reading Deserve.
Tag: healing
Boston Strong.
“Does Diana know?” The rest of the details surrounding my learning about the Boston Marathon bombing, which took place ten years ago today, are somewhat hazy. But that question, which … Continue reading Boston Strong.
Restoration.
This week, my school is on spring break. My husband and daughter and I traveled out of state to visit with my aunt (my late father’s sister), and my first … Continue reading Restoration.
Batya.
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.
Questions.
Today is Erev Pesach 5783 (the eve of Passover 2023). The holiday begins at sundown tonight and lasts for 7 or 8 days, depending on one’s level of observance. Passover … Continue reading Questions.
Reporting unwanted packages.
My apologies for the long gap in posting, I’ve been really sick for weeks! Thankfully I am finally about 98% back to myself, with a very practical post for you. … Continue reading Reporting unwanted packages.
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.
Journeys in the Dark 