I dropped the ball again. Except—as I heard someone once share how they manage the demands of Life—to me this was a rubber ball, not a glass one. I know this will bounce back, but I still should have shared yesterday. Anyway…I’d like you to meet two new friends of mine: Mr. & Mrs. Shroom. They hang out with me at work to let my coworkers know whether I’m having a good or bad mental health day. If good, Mrs. Shroom hangs out with me; if bad, well…her grumpy spouse joins me instead. ...
Musings
Accepting My Own Neurodivergence
Hello, my name is Lynn, and I have autism. Like many of you, this came as a shock to me, but then again, it didn’t. It rather came with a sense of relief, vindication, mingled with grief and indignation for not knowing sooner. You may recall how I have spoken about being an INFJ at great lengths, emphasizing that was the reason for my difference in perspective about the world. However, in recent years, I have developed a sense of…transcendence, for lack of a better term, knowing who I ...
Rabellah & the Carpenter: a Myth of Ada’mah
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The Hidden Power of Yud
I don't have much to share that I haven't already said in either of my last two blog posts where I both announced the upcoming changes to my blog---to be released later this month---and some changes at my day job, which proved to help amend the distress and attacks I endured earlier last year. (Still feels weird to think it, officially, was last year now.) In fact, I'm not sure I have much to share or say in this new year at all. Not yet, at least. There have been a lot---and I mean, a ...
WOMS: The Pomegranate Gate
It's been too long since I shared my latest read, and I cannot wait to tell you more about it. Allow me to introduce you to the novel, and also the beginning of a new series, which has stolen my heart in every way imaginable: The Pomegranate Gate by A. E. Kaplan. Rich, imaginative, lush, exquisite—I could gush about this book, but let me get to the substance of how it is all those things and more. The Pomegranate Gate is a Jewish historical epic fantasy set in an alternative version of ...
Good Intentions
This past [Gregorian] year has been one of the more challenging I’ve experienced, and I say that even after my husband’s and sister’s unexpected health issues which transpired and dominated most of 2020 and 2021 for us, respectively. Needless to say, I’ll be thrilled to say goodbye to 2023 this coming December 31. I’m looking forward to 2024 and all it has to offer, especially since 5784 has started off to be a much needed improvement. One of those improvements has come—shockingly—in the ...
“Make Some Light”
I once attended a class on blogging, and the instructor shared her personal philosophy she held before embarking on creating her own blog—she would only do that which cost her nothing. Granted, for her blogging was merely a hobby. That makes sense. The instructor, now author, never intended her blog to develop into a platform which would launch a successful career. However, her story is a lot like those who began blogging in the early years of the Internet and social media: viral posts lead ...
Dare to Linger
I miss the kittens. Beyond that I’m thinking and feeling so many different things right now it’s ridiculous. I woke up today [Tuesday] and during my morning commute when I take time to talk with Hashem and prepare for my day, I discovered how enraged I am. What has me particularly perturbed at the moment is the acceptability of "ghosting" in today's culture. It is so degrading to put yourself out there, to be vulnerable, with someone only to receive silence as a response. I know ...
The Kitten Invasion
It feels weird to have both the time to sit down and write again. Not when the world is in upheaval. Not when there are still babies in captivity, stripped away from their mommies. Finding the courage to write, to put thought to paper, has been difficult this past month. (Yes, that's how long it has been since H@mas stole away so many lives with their heinous cruelty.) How can I write when the world is not whole? When so many lives, families, are broken? When the nations rage against ...
Three Weeks
It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since they screamed, Begging to be saved. Three weeks since they bled, Entire families slain. I want to write. I want to find the light. Chanukkah is coming, Not Tisha B’av. I can’t find the words, the momentum. I feel snuffed like chaff Thrown to the wind, Blown about in a storm. All that comes to me are snippets. Moments. A line here, a thought there. Broken, like our home. Pieces missing Like the souls ...
