“Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong…” I’m watching Beauty and the Beast with my kid, and because it’s nearly impossible for me to turn off … Continue reading Bittersweet and strange.
Tag: metaphors
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.
Wrong end of a telescope.
A couple of funny things have happened — inside my brain, mostly — in the last few days that have made me feel like I’m looking through the wrong end … Continue reading Wrong end of a telescope.
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.
Wild Geese.
A friend of mine recently shared this poem on her Facebook page, in the context of thinking about the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and the week in … Continue reading Wild Geese.
Buckle up, buttercup!
Are you ready for the craziest revelation I’ve had in years? I’ve discovered that, much like the secondhand smoke I inhaled around my practically chain-smoking parents for the majority of … Continue reading Buckle up, buttercup!
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.
The taste of well-loved.
I know all too well what well-loved people look like. I grew up staring hungrily at them, wishing for a taste of the enveloping warmth they had the luxury of … Continue reading The taste of well-loved.
The devil you know.
One of the figures of speech I frequently keep in mind is that the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t know. It means that sometimes, a … Continue reading The devil you know.
Today, my soul is a broken thing.
Today, my soul is a broken thing Where no green grows And pain has clipped my wings. Today, my heart is underground With the taken, And fear deadens every sound. … Continue reading Today, my soul is a broken thing.
Journeys in the Dark 