I’ve signed up for a six week series of lecture sessions called “Understanding Antisemitism”, the goal of which is to bridge gaps in comprehension and awareness as well as build … Continue reading Resistance.
Tag: pain is heavy
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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.
Easy.
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.
Liminal space.
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.
Truth is a caged wild bird.
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.
Need-to-Know Basis.
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.
Begin again.
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.
One day at a time.
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.
Shelby.
There’s an old song, with a lyric that goes something like, “I’ve grown accustomed to her face.” A quick Google search tells me that it’s from the musical My Fair … Continue reading Shelby.
Bittersweet and strange.
“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.
