“My mother was a drunk” is one of the harshest, saddest sentences in any language. ~Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake That chapter in her book changed my life. …Read More
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The Boy & The Moon.
“Mom! Look! Look at the moon!” She was focused on something else: her glass of Prosecco, the menu, talking about plans for tomorrow with her husband and daughter. “Mom! Mom, …Read More
Come Sit With Me.
“Mommy, today during Parshah (an assembly for the children where they learn the meaning of the Torah portion for the week) my friend Sarah (name changed) stood up and spoke …Read More
The Lonely in Me Sees the Lonely in You.
Namaste used to be a word I misunderstood and mispronounced. The light in me sees the light in you. Hmmm, ok, I’ll go with that, even though I don’t really …Read More
The Voice Inside My Head.
Last week, a reader posted a comment stating that I seem grounded lately. Yes. There’s truth to that. Things are evolving as I’ve always hoped. Recently, love has edged its …Read More