Tonight, we are enjoying the last moments of summer. Tomorrow, a new school year begins. My daughter will be a first grader. I’ll be returning to teaching art and also … Continue reading The last moments of summer.
Tag: love
Zionism is not a dirty word.
Antisemitism is at an all-time high, and social and news media outlets have done an excellent job of perpetuating the idea that the war in Gaza is everyone’s problem. In … Continue reading Zionism is not a dirty word.
Differently bad.
My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
An ode to the Fiona dress.
My daughter has grown out of all of her princess dresses. She’d grown out of them months ago, really, but I hadn’t gotten around to pulling them from her closet … Continue reading An ode to the Fiona dress.
When the grief runneth over.
Like a toppled wine glass slowly staining the Seder table, sometimes grief spills out and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Sometimes holidays are just friggin’ hard. I … Continue reading When the grief runneth over.
Mia Famiglia.
In my Facebook memories for today, there was a post I’d shared several years ago that talked about grief. The quote was allegedly from someone named Jamie Anderson, and the … Continue reading Mia Famiglia.
Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
I have a dream where the irony is not lost on people that on a day honoring Martin Luther King Jr.’s legacy of fighting for civil rights and equality for … Continue reading Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
Everything.
Dearest daughter. I want to tell you everything. Everything that came before you. Everything that came to be you, from my side at least. I want you to know more … Continue reading Everything.
Shalom Aleichem.
Today, in the middle of the checkout line at Marshall’s, of all places, my daughter asked me how to say “I love you” in Hebrew. She’s currently in kindergarten at … Continue reading Shalom Aleichem.
Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
Tuesday was my brother’s birthday. He turned 38. How is it that my own birthday doesn’t really make me feel old (not yet, or not most of the time), but … Continue reading Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
