LET THEM. If this phrase does not ring a bell, then you have clearly been avoiding social media… which, frankly, makes you a much healthier and wiser person than I. I, on the other hand, try to disconnect, hiding my phone in my closet or intentionally leaving it downstairs – when I am upstairs – […]
WHEN ‘LET THEM’ MEETS MY KITCHEN COUNTER Read More »
I like to think of our bodies as blank canvases. Ever evolving into artistic masterpieces. What a lovely way to think. Right? Such kindness and compassion toward our bodies. C’mon, you must admit our outers and innards are indeed amazing, as in, “you are beautiful inside and out”. On the other hand, might this “ever-evolving
SPOTTED, DOTTED, POLKA-DOTTED Read More »
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
GLITTER MAY BE OUR ONLY OPTION Read More »
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
A SUPPORT SYSTEM THAT DOESN’T RELY ON CUP SIZE Read More »
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
MY EARHOLES ARE EXHAUSTED Read More »
“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,
