Being Born

We are finishing dinner when I begin. “See, I always had an issue with birthdays.” Smiling, he settles back in his chair. “My mother always forgot my birthday…well, she still can’t figure out the right date…” He laughs. “You never know, maybe this year she’ll remember…the day’s not over yet.” We smile at each other … Continue reading Being Born →

That’s Me In The Corner

I clutch the bar of the stroller and rock it back and forth, even though the baby is scampering about the room.  The movement keeps my shaking hands hidden from view.  I feel the tension in my shoulders and neck.  The room begins to go out of focus.  There is a roar in my ear.  … Continue reading That’s Me In The Corner →

I Am A Giver…That’s What I Am

I give…because I can…because I should…because I have to. I give…even though it hurts sometimes…and resentment builds…bitter. I give…even though I feel taken advantage of…stepped on…used. I give…even though it’s hard…draining…tolling. I give…even though I don’t always want to…because the recipient doesn’t like me…or understand me…or care to try. I give…because I am a giver…and … Continue reading I Am A Giver…That’s What I Am →

I Just Wanted You To Know

Elohim sheli, ratziti sheted’a                                        Chalom shechalamti balayila bamitah (My God - I wanted you to know, the dream I dreamt at night in bed) She sings her favorite song on the swings…in the sand…on the bus…and … Continue reading I Just Wanted You To Know →

So Your Son Married a Zionist

Just don’t become a Zionist. He said it with a slight measure of concern.  My husband and I laughed about it.  We know they’re afraid we’ve completely lost it…we know they don’t like the path we’re on. Where he comes from the word ‘Zionist’ is dirty.  It means cutting off peyot and slipping pork into … Continue reading So Your Son Married a Zionist →