Today, we were experiencing some icky winter weather. When my daughter and I arrived home from school, I noticed there was a package on our front porch that had a … Continue reading Besties.
Tag: narcissistic abuse
Worst-case scenario.
Me to my therapist this week: “How dare my trauma not fit conveniently into these nice little boxes I purchased just for the occasion?!“ I was joking, of course, but … Continue reading Worst-case scenario.
Code-switching.
One of my favorite things about teaching is how the most meaningful conversations with students can emerge, usually in the most random ways. Today in Second Grade, we were reading … Continue reading Code-switching.
Stranger than fiction.
I’ve been reading since approximately age 2. Love of books has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember, so much so that it’s … Continue reading Stranger than fiction.
Part of every journey is the end.
It may seem odd to start off the new year with a blog post about an end, when everyone is focusing more on beginnings, but it’s taken me this long … Continue reading Part of every journey is the end.
Tread lightly.
I had a weird dream last night. I had people over for Christmas (which could easily be the weird part in itself, since we’re Jewish and don’t celebrate Christmas at … Continue reading Tread lightly.
We’re all mad here.
This is your friendly late Saturday night reminder that even those well-versed in how gaslighting works can still fall victim to it. Eww. I’m still feeling itchy about it. I … Continue reading We’re all mad here.
Full circle.
Ever cook something that, when you taste it, immediately brings you back to a place you never thought you’d go again? Today, for the first time ever, I tried my … Continue reading Full circle.
“Not my daughter.”
I am a studious and intellectual person. I’m very cerebral. I truly always have been, for as long as I can remember. From a very young age, I was usually … Continue reading “Not my daughter.”
Want.
Recently, I’ve been having a little trouble with a person who’s been expressing that they want me to move my boundaries and reconnect with them. (No, it’s not my mother, … Continue reading Want.
Journeys in the Dark 