How is Anger the Opposite of Emuna?

We're allowed to be angry.  It's a human emotion.  It's there, created by our Creator, for a reason, as my friend in my FB group so eloquently put it:  "It’s truly a gift 🎁 and a lightbulb moment to help us notice, something is amiss...there’s something I must repair here..." For me, as I thought about what... Continue Reading →

The Moon, The Trees, and A Courtroom

I am sitting in a gorgeous old courtroom with intricate ceilings, waiting to convince the judge I’m not a great candidate for jury duy.  I don’t really want to be here; who loves jury duty?  I chickened out about wearing my “You Are Fake News” baseball cap that was going to be my surefire ticket... Continue Reading →

Puzzles & Mommy Overwhelm

Three days into a home stay-cation courtesy of the flu, 2 sick children, 1 sick mommy, freezing cold temperatures, and nowhere to turn hours into Shabbos, I decide to open a 1,000 piece puzzle.  Genius idea, genius. It's a 1,000 piece puzzle I bought for my 7-year-old for Chanukah, my 7-year-old who hates puzzles.  But... Continue Reading →

Who are the Women who Made You?

I'm in coaching school now at The Redemption School with Rivka Malka Perlman.  I'm actually being a student and fully immersing myself in the experience (usually I'm an admin and background support).  The exercises that RMP leads us through are FASCINATING and powerful.  Today we learned about The Future Self, a tool to take someone... Continue Reading →

A Mommy Rant about Lunchboxes

Can I rant about something totally meaningless for a moment?  Lunchboxes!  I bought my kids the most adorable animal lunchboxes.  Here, see, aren't they adorable? Presumably, in my mind, if a kid takes his lunch to school in a cute lunch box it will make up for all my other failures as a mother. It will... Continue Reading →

Grandma’s House

I had many happy memories as a child, despite my recent portrayal of fear and chaos and extremism.  So now I'll share some of those, and I want to dedicate it to my Grandmother, Viola, who passed away several years ago, to Papa Bill and his new wife Judy, and to My Mom, who deserves... Continue Reading →

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