Recently, I had a heart-to-heart with one of my fourth grade students who has a difficult family situation; he doesn’t have a relationship with his mother at this time, he … Continue reading Surrogacy.
Tag: painful memories
Every little thing is big.
This weekend, I planted pansies and lavender and other flowers into pots for the exterior of our house. Spring has finally sprung! It was the first year that my daughter … Continue reading Every little thing is big.
Boston Strong.
“Does Diana know?” The rest of the details surrounding my learning about the Boston Marathon bombing, which took place ten years ago today, are somewhat hazy. But that question, which … Continue reading Boston Strong.
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.
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?
Pandora’s Landmine.
My fourth graders are trying their hand at writing their own folktales at the moment, and several of them have chosen to follow the structure and elements of myths. (Folktales … Continue reading Pandora’s Landmine.
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 