I will always think of my daughter when I hear any Queen song. She’s been a fan since she was literally in utero kicking along to their beat. And I … Continue reading Heartsong.
Tag: peace
Orphan vibes.
“Do I give off orphan vibes?” I asked my therapist today. They weren’t really the right words to try to explain my quandary, but it got me close enough to … Continue reading Orphan vibes.
Things I won’t apologize for on Yom Kippur.
Okay, some of the items on the above list might seem a bit silly, and it’s okay to chuckle at them. Here’s the point, though. Yom Kippur is a time … Continue reading Things I won’t apologize for on Yom Kippur.
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.
Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
I had a brother, once. I now live happily with my husband and daughter and speak to no immediate family members of my own at all, in order to keep … Continue reading Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
Saving yourself.
My five year old daughter recently told me that she loves Elsa, from Frozen, because, “she saves herself.” It gave me pause. I told her that I loved that idea, … Continue reading Saving yourself.
Cherophobia.
Cherophobia is the fear of happiness. We hear jokes in movies and on television all the time about how a relationship went sour because one or both parties were miserable … Continue reading Cherophobia.
The Ferris Wheel of Priorities.
Ever feel overwhelmed? (I know, silly question.) Ever feel stuck because you know you have all these things to do, and they’re all important, and they all have to get … Continue reading The Ferris Wheel of Priorities.
Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.
I had to become the villain in others’ stories so I could live freely as the hero in my own. I’ve been thinking lately about the concept of heroes and … Continue reading Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.
Upside down.
My mother turns 71 today. I managed to spend most of the day distracted by the fact that it’s her birthday, and the heaviness of all such implications. But it … Continue reading Upside down.
Journeys in the Dark 