August 23, 2000 was a very weird day. It was horrible actually. But the way it became horrible was weird. A flashbulb memory is when you remember something so accurately, even years later, because it was so shocking. Kennedy's assassination is an example often used. 9/11 is another. Well this memory isn't national, rather related … Continue reading August 23, 2000: My Flashbulb Memory
The Haggadah is the book we read at the Passover seder. It details the history of the formation of the Jewish people; it is meant to connect us to our ancient narrative and draw strength as well as gratitude from it. This year I was especially grateful for sharing the Passover seders with much of … Continue reading Connecting to Family Roots: The Passover Narrative
There are a lot of benefits to exercise: healthy weight, lower blood pressure, help prevent disease, the list goes on. Another reason I like exercising, particularly doing Pilates and yoga, is that feeling strong makes me feel confident. My strengthened core gives feedback to my brain that I am strong, capable, empowered. When my father … Continue reading Seeking Stability in Insecure Times
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!
My co-worker once commented that I could be making the same amount of money working as a part-time nutritionist for fewer hours than I work as an early childhood educator. When I decided to pursue a career in nutrition when I was in college it wasn't for the money, and now, when I am working … Continue reading Why Money Isn’t Everything
Recently I went to a talk with my one-year-old daughter. We stood in the back where she could walk around and explore her surroundings. We are far past the stage where she will quietly sit on my lap. At one point, my daughter jubilantly greeted a woman sitting in the far back part of the … Continue reading Innocent Childhood Glee