I was originally going to title this post “Return to Oz” and make obscure references to a traumatizing kids’ movie from 1985, but, then I realized the metaphor would go … Continue reading Follow the yellow-brick road.
Tag: identity
Fun with flags.
Bonus points to anyone who’s a fan of The Big Bang Theory and gets the reference in the title of this post! I appreciate you — and I’m also sorry … Continue reading Fun with flags.
Resistance.
I’ve signed up for a six week series of lecture sessions called “Understanding Antisemitism”, the goal of which is to bridge gaps in comprehension and awareness as well as build … Continue reading Resistance.
38.
Some years ago I landed a teaching job and felt like I’d finally arrived. Turns out I never really left the airport. Everyone has different definitions of success. What people … Continue reading 38.
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.
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.
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.
Grenade.
I’ve been thinking a lot in the last week or two about how it could be possible that I came from such horrible people and didn’t turn out the same … Continue reading Grenade.
Just devastated. That’s all.
Ever have some really bad shit happen and you deal with it as best you can and you’re like, well, that’s horrible, but I need to try to put it … Continue reading Just devastated. That’s all.
It’s not my fault.
Recently, my therapist posed an easy question that I still struggle to answer, and it’s been almost two weeks since she asked it. She had the audacity to ask me…you … Continue reading It’s not my fault.
