Dearest daughter. I want to tell you everything. Everything that came before you. Everything that came to be you, from my side at least. I want you to know more … Continue reading Everything.
Tag: trauma recovery
The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Some of you may recall a post I’d shared recently about a very special sweater I’ve had for ages that I’d discovered had gone missing. I mourned the loss of … Continue reading The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
Tuesday was my brother’s birthday. He turned 38. How is it that my own birthday doesn’t really make me feel old (not yet, or not most of the time), but … Continue reading Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
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.
Having feelings. Healing from my trauma. Standing up for myself. Setting boundaries, and holding fast to them. Being Jewish, and caring about Israel and the Jewish people. Being Jewish, and … Continue reading Things I won’t apologize for on Yom Kippur.
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.
Feeling seen.
Last night I had the strangest dream. Which is saying something, for me, as my dreams are frequently vivid and peculiar. My birthday is coming up, and so in the … Continue reading Feeling seen.
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.
Short.
You gotta hand it to short people. Because usually they can’t reach it themselves, even with the step stool. I kid, I kid! …Not really though. My father was six … Continue reading Short.
The Consequences Building. (TW: court, crime, sexual abuse)
Tell me the weirdest place you’ve ever experienced profound validation. I guarantee you I can beat you after this week. I can say with utter confidence that this was not … Continue reading The Consequences Building. (TW: court, crime, sexual abuse)
