My mother was dying. That was the crux of the situation on a day in early October when I received a phone call from a social worker at one of … Continue reading Backsliding.
Tag: trauma
Minuellas.
I think I’m going to blame the Bible for my feelings today; I’m pretty sure that’s what triggered it. No, not the *actual* Bible, before anyone tries to clutch their … Continue reading Minuellas.
Hero.
“Don’t be a hero,” they said. “Take the pain meds.” By they, I literally mean all of my doctors — and boy, they were right! Last week I had bilateral … Continue reading Hero.
Some people.
Some people wear their trauma like a badge of honor; others wear it like a scarlet letter. Some people will offer support because of what has happened to them; others … Continue reading Some people.
Failed.
Today marks the 23rd anniversary of my reluctant return to the east coast, from Southern California where I’d followed my father and attempted to take up permanent residence with him, … Continue reading Failed.
Leaning.
I’m at a point with both the state of the world at large and the state of my affairs personally that I am leaning. Hardcore. Leaning, lest I be crushed … Continue reading Leaning.
I was named in Israel.
I was named in Israel Atop Masada, at sunrise. I took the name Shaina Miriam And embraced the legacy of My birthright, Which goes back millennia. I have sung in … Continue reading I was named in Israel.
Pray for peace.
Recently, I was getting back into the car with my kid after a breakfast outing, and she said something like, “Hey Mom, I got into my car seat all by … Continue reading Pray for peace.
35.
Tomorrow is my 35th birthday, and I think I’m in my Taking Up Space Era. (Is that a Taylor Swift reference? I’m really not sure.) I was lashed out at … Continue reading 35.
Percolated mistakes.
It’s that time of year again, Erev Yom Kippur (the eve of Yom Kippur), where we are about to atone for all our wrongdoings and seek forgiveness for them. To … Continue reading Percolated mistakes.
Journeys in the Dark 