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.
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.
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.
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.
Gift receipt notes. A card from the florist. A check never cashed. A handwritten letter. And, far more recently dated, a typed letter from a care coordinator advising that you … Continue reading Easy.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I’ve hit a really good achievement today. Today marks the seventh day in a row that I’ve brushed my teeth. (Sorry, did you think I was going to say something … Continue reading One day at a time.