I’ve been having a difficult day, emotionally. Just short-tempered. Grouchy. Wanting to be left alone for the most part (not an option when it’s a day with my kid since … Continue reading Covering the bases.
Tag: identity
Mom Olympics.
Last weekend I went through about a dozen huge tote bins full of every single stitch of clothing my daughter has ever worn. I never got rid of a thing, … Continue reading Mom Olympics.
Permanent ink.
I had intended this evening to write a relatively simple post about my experience today with getting my very first tattoo. However, more important material presented itself. We’ll see if … Continue reading Permanent ink.
Highways go both ways.
One of my favorite things about therapy — other than being able more and more to talk about therapy unselfconsciously, without fear of stigma — is that I can frequently … Continue reading Highways go both ways.
True colors.
At one point during this past school year, I was asked a question that I’m very surprised no one has asked me before now, considering I’ve been teaching about Antisemitism … Continue reading True colors.
Sunbeams.
When I was a little girl I used to see sunbeams (You know, long rays of light filtering Down through the clouds) And I would think that was G-d Making … Continue reading Sunbeams.
Remembrance.
Maybe you’re Jewish. Maybe you’re not. Maybe you know someone who’s Jewish. Maybe you don’t. Maybe you’ve seen that commercial on TV recently with the blue square, which informs you … Continue reading Remembrance.
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.
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.
Worst nightmare.
I had a nightmare last night. That’s not unusual. I used to have nightmares almost every night, but that’s gotten better with time and some hard work in therapy. Now … Continue reading Worst nightmare.
Journeys in the Dark 