I was originally going to title this post “Return to Oz” and make obscure references to a traumatizing kids’ movie from 1985, but, then I realized the metaphor would go … Continue reading Follow the yellow-brick road.
I was originally going to title this post “Return to Oz” and make obscure references to a traumatizing kids’ movie from 1985, but, then I realized the metaphor would go … Continue reading Follow the yellow-brick road.
Bonus points to anyone who’s a fan of The Big Bang Theory and gets the reference in the title of this post! I appreciate you — and I’m also sorry … Continue reading Fun with flags.
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.
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.
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.
Today is the saddest day of the year. On the Jewish calendar, that is. It is Tisha B’Av, and to be honest, it’s a slightly obscure observance compared to more … Continue reading A soft place to land.
People in your life will come and go. Sometimes they stay for a season; Sometimes a few. Sometimes they leave an impression On your life Like fingerprints left in wet … Continue reading Impression.
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.
I had a major life change today. I got my first pair of hearing aids. Last summer I was diagnosed with moderate bilateral hearing loss and started the process of … Continue reading Let there be…sound!
My therapist has told me that I’m above average at therapy. I am uniquely suited to actively participating in reflective conversation about myself, learning what it is I need to … Continue reading Adaptation.