Meet Me Where You Left Me

Watching the news one night, my husband raised the feminist flag. Four women awkwardly crossed their bare legs on the couch. One man, his legs spread wide to accommodate his shrinking masculinity, sat in the center. On our side of the screen, my husband squirmed and called it out. And I rolled my eyes. We … Continue reading Meet Me Where You Left Me

The Prison Cells We Hide In

I always struggled to maintain friendships with women. It was easier for me to hang out with men. I knew exactly how to talk to them, how to act around them and was confident in my direct approach. Women scared me. We always seemed to be hurting each other. The idea of a united front, … Continue reading The Prison Cells We Hide In

I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar

I am woman; I am tired of roaring. For as long as I can remember, my throat has burned from the constant constriction of my vocal chords fighting to be heard in a world where I was made second. From his rib, you were formed, by his side you shall stay… If it helps you … Continue reading I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar

#metoo

Trauma follows me wherever I go. It likes my attention...wants me to let myself get wrapped in its claws...consent to its talons tearing through my skin...participate in the letting of my soul's blood. Trauma and I are inseparable. It likes to stand so close to me that it looks as though we share the same … Continue reading #metoo

On Equality in a Kindergarten

"She wants to make the gan Reform," she says to her assistant. I feel my cheeks burn and I almost turn away. But...I can't leave my son this way...in a room where he is taught subtle discrimination and stereotypes. So I speak up because this is where it starts...in this room with 3 and 4-year-olds … Continue reading On Equality in a Kindergarten

To Sleep Or Not To Sleep…That Is Not A Question

Shavuot. That little holiday no one ever focuses on.  The one where we celebrate receiving the Torah.  The one where we eat cheesecake because someone thought it would be a nice cultural addition to a Jewish holiday.  The one where I'm supposed to keep the kids quiet all morning so my husband can sleep after … Continue reading To Sleep Or Not To Sleep…That Is Not A Question