Antisemitism is at an all-time high, and social and news media outlets have done an excellent job of perpetuating the idea that the war in Gaza is everyone’s problem. In … Continue reading Zionism is not a dirty word.
Tag: validation
Differently bad.
My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
This whole “let them” thing.
I want to start off this post by saying that Mel Robbins seems like a lovely person who’s done great work for her own life and made a huge difference … Continue reading This whole “let them” thing.
Remember who you are.
I got a new tattoo today, one that holds great meaning for me. It feels like rather a lot to explain in a blog post, but what I’d like to … Continue reading Remember who you are.
Somatic validation.
I bring you a small break from the crushing despair and horror and anxiety we Americans are currently enduring to share a great experience I had recently. It’s been months … Continue reading Somatic validation.
Fear and hope.
My apologies for the radio silence lately. There have been many things I’ve thought to write about over the last week or two, but it’s all frankly been so despairing … Continue reading Fear and hope.
Joy.
It’s time for my annual Word of the Year post. I like to start off the year not with resolutions, but with a word that I can focus on as … Continue reading Joy.
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.
Shalom Aleichem.
Today, in the middle of the checkout line at Marshall’s, of all places, my daughter asked me how to say “I love you” in Hebrew. She’s currently in kindergarten at … Continue reading Shalom Aleichem.
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.
