Posts Tagged: family
A Mother’s Voice Never Leaves Us
The calendar says today is 17 years since my mother passed away. The yahrzeit candle I lit last night confirms that. Yet, as so many of you understand, it feels surreal for it to be that many years. That means
A Mother’s Voice Never Leaves Us
The calendar says today is 17 years since my mother passed away. The yahrzeit candle I lit last night confirms that. Yet, as so many of you understand, it feels surreal for it to be that many years. That means
What in Your Life is Irreplaceable?
If you had to flee your home in an instant, what would be the one object you absolutely had to take with you? In a recent Zoom with friends, whose lives have been touched by the recent natural catastrophes, I
What in Your Life is Irreplaceable?
If you had to flee your home in an instant, what would be the one object you absolutely had to take with you? In a recent Zoom with friends, whose lives have been touched by the recent natural catastrophes, I
A Haunted Hospital
I love being a Mom to Moe, but sometimes Moe is a Mom to me. Especially now. On Thursday I am having a small surgical procedure at a hospital about 40 minutes from my home. After nearly a year of
A Haunted Hospital
I love being a Mom to Moe, but sometimes Moe is a Mom to me. Especially now. On Thursday I am having a small surgical procedure at a hospital about 40 minutes from my home. After nearly a year of
Daughters Day From a Daughter
As a childless dog lady, I have no daughters of my own to honor on National Daughters Day. Still, I am a daughter myself and learned about being a loving one from a devoted, adoring, and loving daughter herself, my
Daughters Day From a Daughter
As a childless dog lady, I have no daughters of my own to honor on National Daughters Day. Still, I am a daughter myself and learned about being a loving one from a devoted, adoring, and loving daughter herself, my
How a Dog Brought Me Full Circle
No surprise it was a small squishy dog that tugged at my heart. This past weekend I was in West Palm Beach to visit my Aunt Lois and attend the memorial service for my Uncle Sandy. My Dad’s kid brother,
How a Dog Brought Me Full Circle
No surprise it was a small squishy dog that tugged at my heart. This past weekend I was in West Palm Beach to visit my Aunt Lois and attend the memorial service for my Uncle Sandy. My Dad’s kid brother,
Perpetual Care
In the past week, while the unspeakable horror of Hamas unfolded, and the gut-wrenching images tore at my Jewish soul as despair gripped us all, I had been enmeshed in a different, dark world – creating a highly personal
Perpetual Care
In the past week, while the unspeakable horror of Hamas unfolded, and the gut-wrenching images tore at my Jewish soul as despair gripped us all, I had been enmeshed in a different, dark world – creating a highly personal
Dancing Around Father’s Day
If I am a pro at waltzing through complex relationships, I learned that life skill from my most primal relationship – my father. Like me, the man himself was complicated, a tangled mass of contradictions. For many years Father’s Day
Dancing Around Father’s Day
If I am a pro at waltzing through complex relationships, I learned that life skill from my most primal relationship – my father. Like me, the man himself was complicated, a tangled mass of contradictions. For many years Father’s Day
A Picture-Perfect Mother’s Day
There is not a single snapshot of my mother holding me as a baby. Not in black and white not in color. The kissing, cooing, and snuggling photos like the mother-daughter photos that fill my social media feed on birthdays
A Picture-Perfect Mother’s Day
There is not a single snapshot of my mother holding me as a baby. Not in black and white not in color. The kissing, cooing, and snuggling photos like the mother-daughter photos that fill my social media feed on birthdays
Mothers Never Leave Us Even When They Are Gone
Fifteen years ago in a darkened hospital room, I held my mother’s frail hand and gently whispered in her ear how she was the love of my life, that I was going to tell her story, that I would write
Mothers Never Leave Us Even When They Are Gone
Fifteen years ago in a darkened hospital room, I held my mother’s frail hand and gently whispered in her ear how she was the love of my life, that I was going to tell her story, that I would write
Cry, Uncle
While Kevin McCarthy refuses to cry uncle, I am preparing to shed tears for my own. There is a personal sadness that is weighing on me as I prepare to lose an important person in my life. My one
Cry, Uncle
While Kevin McCarthy refuses to cry uncle, I am preparing to shed tears for my own. There is a personal sadness that is weighing on me as I prepare to lose an important person in my life. My one
Envisioning The American Dream 