This week, my school is on spring break. My husband and daughter and I traveled out of state to visit with my aunt (my late father’s sister), and my first … Continue reading Restoration.
Tag: narcissistic abuse
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.
Questions.
Today is Erev Pesach 5783 (the eve of Passover 2023). The holiday begins at sundown tonight and lasts for 7 or 8 days, depending on one’s level of observance. Passover … Continue reading Questions.
Reporting unwanted packages.
My apologies for the long gap in posting, I’ve been really sick for weeks! Thankfully I am finally about 98% back to myself, with a very practical post for you. … Continue reading Reporting unwanted packages.
Parenting and re-parenting.
Ask any parent what it’s like to be one, and I would bet money that you’ll get some variation of the same answer… Exhausting. Rewarding, but exhausting. But rewarding. It’s … Continue reading Parenting and re-parenting.
Adjusting the volume.
Whenever I express to my therapist that I worry I sound like a narcissist, or that I’m showing toxic traits too much like my mother’s, she reminds me of her … Continue reading Adjusting the volume.
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.
Who cares?
Have you ever had a certain song lyric just really hit home for you? I don’t know if this is peculiar, but I’ve had a particular affinity for any song … Continue reading Who cares?
Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Lots of lessons were learned the hard way on Monday this week. Or, if not learned anew, certainly refreshed. Lesson #1: I can do hard things, but, I don’t always … Continue reading Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Wasteland.
Once, my home was a Wasteland. Devoid of true love, bone dry, Starved for integrity, and honesty. I walked alone among the Constantly swirling dust particles Of other people’s needs. … Continue reading Wasteland.
Journeys in the Dark 