I Was Wrong, Marty Was Right

Let’s rewind to about 1997, I was in late high school. I grew up as one of the only Jews in my area, our synagogue was started in 1987 and we were one of the founding families. My close friend, Marty, was one of the very few Jewish kids I knew. I’m not sure how […]

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100 Days

100 days. I’m quiet on social media about the current situation in Israel and Gaza but it weighs heavily on my heart daily. I prefer to discuss it in person because, in my experience, words can be misinterpreted and my anxiety does not allow me to put my mental health on the line. I appreciate […]

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Prison

There is a person from my past in prison rightfully convicted of murder. The details are horrific and he is where he belongs. The way I make sense out of things I don’t understand is to learn everything I can. Because of this I have pockets of knowledge a mile deep and an inch wide. […]

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Butterfly Shirt

A few weeks ago, on a day that was just not going through way I wanted it to, I found a T-shirt in the laundry that I didn’t recognize. I decided to discuss it on Facebook with this post: Folding the laundry tonight and I found this shirt. It doesn’t belong to me but it’s […]

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Ally

I hesitate adding my voice during Pride month. I am in hopes that it is seen respectfully and in support of the community I support with my whole heart. I have had a journey with the idea of advertising that I’m an ally to the LGBTQIA+ community. It’s by no means that I don’t want […]

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Pennies

Maya told me that this year she wanted to do something meaningful for Memorial Day. A lot of memorials were still happening online and, frankly, I wanted something tangible we could experience. In my nightly Facebook scrolling I came upon this picture. I’m not sure if this is an actual thing, I will research that […]

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My Cup Is Full

I have a mug obsession. It goes hand in hand with my tea obsession. Every cup of tea I make and serve to myself or others tends to arrive in a mug I have picked especially for the person or the occasion. The other night I restarted therapy after a period of time off. My […]

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F*#king Done

It’s happened. I’ve hit the wall. I’ve been holding up these past million months trying to enjoy the little things, rearranging furniture, and trying to work out regularly. I’ve had zoom dates and tv marathons. I’ve tried to cook more and keep up with the laundry (often failing). I’ve been enthusiastic about seeing the kids […]

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