Dearest 2024: as you are drawing to a close it would be ungracious of me not to let you know how keenly aware I am of your desperate attempts to turn things around these past twelve months. The joy was so close, but there was a whole lot of drama-la. Now it’ll be in the […]
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Lately I’ve been thinking about how best to maneuver through this next chapter of life with my dearest gal pals. I love my girlfriends. I love that we get to share our complex, insecure, conflicted thoughts with each other. I adore all the joy, the blessings of our interwoven histories, and the respect and deep
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I am sounding off. Now, I must preface this little rant by letting it be known that I thoroughly enjoy engaging in a back-and-forth tête-à-tête, a lively gabfest, or even a friendly discourse. My auditory range is quite all-embracing. MOSTLY. F’rinstance – music. I am all ears, feeling it resonate down to my bones. I
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“Is my mom going to be okay when I leave for college?” This must be the refrain of all those lovely children leaving for college. I see the posts. And so do they. The chorus of mamas blubbering, agonizing, crying into the memory quilt lovingly made up of all the t-shirts accumulated over the years.
Squished on the couch, semi-fetal, covered eyes peeking through fingers, lying in wait for the next thing to scare the bejesus out of us – that’s us. It’s in the genes. At least on one side of the family. Psychological or paranormal …. I just looove me a scary movie. If it’s a thriller, chiller
Doctors tell you the darnedest things. When all we really want to hear is normal, negative, harmless, innocuous, benign and no biggie. Recently my endocrinologist laid a BIIG one on me and though it had nothing to do with my thyroid she felt it worth mentioning. If memory serves, I had just been making small
IT HIIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS Read More »
My annual repost and update for Passover: What could be better than my beloved family (my mishpocheh) gathered ‘round, raising our glasses (again and again and again and yet AGAIN) while re-telling the story of the Exodus from Egypt? The miraculous journey from slavery to freedom. What rich memories I have of a whole bunch
I SAY CHAROSES, YOU SAY CHAROSET Read More »
A shiny surface attracts my attention. Now that I am face-to-face, eyeball-to-eyeball, mano a mano … do I like what I see? Is it a convincing look-alike reflected back? Does it bear a resemblance? Are we two peas in a pod? Or am I being duped? Stop mocking me. I have issues. I have meditated,
I have a husband. And I have had him for going on 46 years. (A bit longer in the biblical sense… but who’s counting?) It was a ‘meet cute’ in the 70’s when disco was the thing and Division Street was where one went to get things movin’. Divison Street… the street of loooooovve. The
A JEW AND A METHODIST WALK INTO A BAR Read More »
I am a “reluctant ager” – at least that’s what I have concocted as part of my so-called identity. My identity as a putting on mileage, advancing in years, flourishing and seasoned human. That’s me… and you! Having written, often, about my distaste for my older-ness I have come to the realization that I needed
