I recently visited my hometown. Spent some lovely quality with loved ones. I’m lucky to have grown up in one place. A place that holds all the memories of my upbringing. It was my first time back in a while. So much has happened since my last visit. I noticed how I felt differently than … Continue reading Homeward Bound
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Thunder In Paradise
I venture out for coffee, my five-year-old daughter in tow. We have been staying here for a couple days now, Wi-Fi has yet to be set up, beds have yet to be delivered. But it’s nice. A variation on glamping. The walls are painted therapeutic colors and we enjoy a time of simple living—away from … Continue reading Thunder In Paradise
A Passover Haggadah for Trauma Survivors
Who wants to re-enact trauma? Sure, we want to grow from our experiences; remember those times in our lives we showed up like never before. When our survival instincts kicked in, when our visceral responses led the way. When we were reminded of our prowess and capabilities, which are often so overlooked in a modern … Continue reading A Passover Haggadah for Trauma Survivors
Patriarchy is Dead (A Rap)
Patriarchy is dead It’s lying on its head I’m not covering my skin I don’t believe—so what’s the win What rules am I following The one’s that deny That ones that have done nothing But try me Oh no, is that dirt on your shoulder? Let me dust it off And you be staring at … Continue reading Patriarchy is Dead (A Rap)
Today is Tu B’Av aka Jewish Valentine’s Day
Today is Tu B'Av in the Jewish calendar. It's kind of like a Jewish Valentine's Day. But different. One, cuz it's not very well-known. Two, cuz it's entirely differently. See Wikipedia page here. How apropos hat we are currently in a theme on my blog of relationships! (Not planned, I promise!) Ok, well today, I … Continue reading Today is Tu B’Av aka Jewish Valentine’s Day
Processing Trauma and Tragedy
The week that I started 10th grade my cousin passed away. I still remember the final phone call I had with her. It was a 3-way call with my grandparents and my cousin, who was 6 years my junior (on the one hand she was like a younger sister to me, sleeping in my room … Continue reading Processing Trauma and Tragedy
