In a recent conversation with a childhood friend we reminisced about how much we missed growing up. And how much more fun it was than the humdrum of adulthood. A bit later that day, I found myself in a sort of middle-school-type scenario. I got my period. But I didn’t have my supplies! Ahhhhh! The … Continue reading Connecting to Childhood Self: When Was the Last Time You Were Unprepared?
Ever since I was a pre-teen, people told me I was so much like my mother. I looked like her. I talked like her. I laughed like her. I was nice like her. I always greeted these comments with a mixture of pride as well as abashment. I was honored to resemble my mother, whom … Continue reading Being Your Own Person AND Your Mother’s Daughter
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
Growing up I yearned to be invited to the gatherings of the "cool crowd." Sometimes I was, and sometimes I wasn't, and that made it all the more difficult and sad for me. Recently I got a last-minute invite to Shabbat lunch from a family whom we've been trying to have over for a while. … Continue reading Feeling More Grounded Socially
What is the time in our lives as single professionals? Just a waiting period before marriage? A purgatory which some may never leave? And if/when one does marry and build a family, what to make of all those years? Self-discovery, at times, self-destruction. Soul-searching, soul-crushing. Was it just a dream? (Or a nightmare?) Did it … Continue reading Life as a Single Young Professional
When I was growing up, I was always more interested in people than my peers were. I wanted to know about people's lives, to support them. I felt weird because no one else seemed to be that way. "There must be something wrong with me," I thought. Then in college I met a girl who … Continue reading Finding Your Posse