As an aspiring novelist, I've been told that I use my writing to isolate myself from the world, to escape, to hide, etc. etc. While all of those accusations may be true, to whatever degree, as I recently pathetically bemoaned the potential of having to return to working at the office of my "day job" instead of remotely, at home, which I love and prefer and would do (almost) anything to maintain on a permanent basis---I had a thought. Call it an epiphany if you will, but let's at least ...
Musings
Echo of the Soul
It's difficult to write when the pen feels heavy, the words heavier. Silence is just easy; lazy apathy. It's been a while, maybe too long of a while, since I let my thoughts, my musings, freely flow like ink on a page. I don't know why I allow so much time to fly, why I let the days pass without acknowledging the friend within myself who wishes to be let out. Perhaps, though, it is the fear, the vulnerability, which keeps her inside. The pain of sharing with only silence as a ...
Remember the Light, Find the Hope
Tonight, as we all prepare to celebrate and light our Chanukkiyot, my husband and I have an extra reason to celebrate; our own Chanukkah miracle you might say. One year ago on the 25th of Kislev, we married. By the graciousness of our rabbi, he let us get married on the first night of Chanukkah! He even suggested instead of a unity candle to light the Chanukkah menorah as our first act together as man and wife. This year—for many, for all—we have endured unprecedented challenges. For ...
Find the Good
There's a lot they don't tell you in preparation for marriage. They always warn you about how terrible it can be, living with another human, getting use to the idea of having someone else's dirty laundry covering the floor or rearranging the way you insert dishes in the dishwasher. The sights and smells you'll experience when you start living with a man. They never tell you how good it can be. They never tell you how he'll bring you coffee first thing in the morning, letting you sleep ...
An Erev Shabbat Story
It’s Erev Shabbat, and I’ve just said goodbye to my husband who left for work, leaving me to watch the Dawn as I drink my tonic of coffee. Soon I’ll be going to the DMV for some much needed name changing...stuff, cleaning our home, get my hands covered in dough kneading challah, cooking dinner, preparing myself — all in anticipation of greeting the Sabbath. Except now as I sit in the stillness, I need to find silence. I need to quiet my soul. It is the month of Elul, a time of ...
