Through my work as a freelance writer, I’m often given opportunities to meet interesting individuals and explore topics and establishments whose paths would probably not have crossed with mine otherwise. I feel very fortunate to have a skill that allows me to do this, not to mention feeling incredibly lucky to have an editor with a knack for providing me with assignments that...
On a day like today I could fly to the stars Take a walk on the moon Have a dance across Mars I could play in a puddle Or skip through the flowers Roll down a hill And be silly for hours I could give you my heart And show you my soul Weave your fingers through mine And never let go Get lost in your eyes Let you lead me astray That’s what I could do On a day like today Tweet
You would think that after 13 years, my coping skills would be better. And yet, here I am once again, just a few days shy of January 20th, the anniversary of our firstborn’s passing, quietly (or perhaps not so quietly) struggling to maintain the remaining shreds of my sanity through wave after wave of wildly unpredictable emotions. Some years, it passes by smoothly and...
I am… A mother Gently pressing lips Against a little boy’s cheek As he dreams I am… Shy The quietest person In a room full of friends And yet I am… Helpful Because I want to be liked And not left out As I used to be I am… Apologetic Fearful of losing People I love During stupid arguments Tweet
For me, one of the most remarkable aspects of Facebook is that it provides so many of us with an opportunity to come full circle; to reach beyond the relatively shallow aspects of our former, younger selves and build on the positive aspects of the relationships of our youth. We have, hopefully, shed our bitchy, divisive teenage angst and injected wisdom and maturity...
With blackened wings, she takes flight Fleeing through a starless night Scattered ashes fleck the sky She is phoenix rising And in her darkness, she cries For stars burned out before their time Never had the chance to shine She is phoenix rising She knows the road to hell Of memories forced to make A splintered heart that aches She is phoenix rising With blackened wings, she...
I can say, without a doubt, that my love of and knowledge regarding Israeli music is a direct result of my years Young Judaea‘s Camp Tel Yehudah. Every day after lunch we’d have a camp-wide sing-along, working our way through the camp songbook, calling out favorites (often by page number – such was our familiarity with the songbook) and singing song after song at...
On a drizzly Sunday morning in Niskayuna, NY, as my family and I were heading out the door to attend a picnic for my 20th high school reunion, a quick look at the news revealed that an Israeli soldier had been kidnapped. The date was June 25th, 2006. It’s been more than five long years since Gilad Shalit was taken across the border into Gaza. Five years of...
As some of you may remember, several years ago I wrote a weekly blog post for a series I called “80s Music Video Sunday“. Having grown up in the 80s, the music of that decade was the background music of my teen years – the theme music for my teenage angst, if you will. Each week I chose a different song and wrote about the memories behind the choice, waxing...
On this, your special day Not quite your forty-third I think of all you mean to me And try to find the words I’ll write about the enemies Of distance and of time Of how we seem to beat them (And how I made it rhyme) I think of all the games we’ve played That spawned a name or two The adventures we’ve already had And those still yet to do I think of all the...