One of the first things I thought after my father passed away when I was 21, was that I had the perfect childhood. It wasn't that growing up didn't involve low self-esteem, shyness, anxiety, etc.—it did. It was just that I had this feeling of gratitude that my father didn't pass away when I was … Continue reading Cherished Childhood Memories
A few weeks ago I recited the Friday night Jewish prayer of Kiddush, sanctifying the Sabbath. My husband usually says it, but I was going to bed extra early so I said it for myself (I pass out early on weekends too ever since I became a mom and have a perpetual 6 am wake … Continue reading Remembering My Father’s Recitation of the Kiddush Blessing
Two Fridays ago, my co-workers were saying to each other, "See you Tuesday!" It was a long weekend, MLK day was the following Monday. Sometimes in life certain mundane phrases take on special meaning, and hearing, "See you tuesday!" jolted my mind into childhood memories. My dad always worked late nights—often into the wee hours … Continue reading See You Tuesday!
Last week my husband started an online course in coding. As I listened in to the introductory portion of his class, I was so intimated by all the other participants—finance, researchers, startup founders—comparing myself (and, by extension, my loved ones) to others has always been a weakness of mine, and I'm still working on it! … Continue reading Social Comparison and Childhood Ping Pong Tournaments