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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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, 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.
I’ve known a lot of people in my life who have worn their pain on their sleeves, or worse, weaponized it. People who have decided that they are the way … Continue reading Badge of honor.