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 ...
Musings
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 ...
At Last
We did it. We got married. I still can't believe it. It's strange returning to the real world after such bliss, especially when our bliss lingers. I find myself simultaneously easing back into my familiar routine, picking up where I left off, yet also finding these new surprises and changes along the way. Sure, I admit sometimes they're frustrating, but either I'm still too drugged on these newlywed endorphins for them to last or the truth is something much more simple: being married is ...
I’m Engaged!
Yes, you read that title correctly: I'm engaged, and yes, definitely to be married! (As Charlotte Lucas said, "Is there any other kind?") I know, I can't believe it either. It's strange, bizarre, weird but it's wonderful, exciting, terrifying, thrilling; years of dreaming, hoping, wishing, anticipating all, AT LAST, coming true! Even though it's been a week since my engagement, I still have moments of incredulous euphoria as I stop to ponder, consider the miracle that it is. Of course, ...
Repeating History
You know, it's funny when your history repeats itself. Literally. Nine years ago, I experienced my first blow out tire whilst driving down interstate highway 35 in Denton, TX. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. And stressful too. This is how the tire looked afterwards: Today, I watched my "new" car get towed to the mechanic. Again. That's the second time in less than 2 weeks. First, my throttle failed, and now my alternator has failed. I've had this car for only ...
