I had a lovely Mother’s Day – a visit with my granddaughter and her parents, a cheerful call and flowers from my daughter and son-in-law. The only thing wrong with it was the food: I decided to buy the side salads as a gift to myself. They weren’t good; I should have taken the time to make them myself. I’m apparently a better cook than Whole Foods. However, each of my family members, present or absent, showered me with love. I needed that cushion.
So many women struggle with body image. I was always overweight, or over the weight society and my mother expected of me…
It is a real honor and joy to have a daughter-in-law whom you love and respect and can have fun with…
This essay tells the story of my immigrant family history through a progression of sweaters…
I’m writing a quick post because I’ve got some exciting news. Anodyne Magazine has nominated one of my essays for the Pushcart Prize, an award that is given for the best “poetry, short fiction, essays or literary whatnot published in the small presses over the previous year.” (Wikipedia)
The Jewish community, my family, are still mourning the murder of the two Bibas babies, Kfir and Ariel and their brave mother, Shiri. We must bring home all the hostages!
The death of a young person is always tragic. This story, about a former college student of mine raises more questions than it answers. I can only hope she rests in peace.
So excited to see the photo of my kids on the cover of this lovely print magazine. Essay tells the story of my son as a new dad and his endeavor to get his wife to the hospital in what might have been an emergency. I am so proud of him as a parent!
As we age, our experience with beauty and nature can become more precious, if we are open. This is especially true as we confront the fragility of our own human frame. The theme of this journal was “inhale, Exhale” and, in my life, I grow to appreciate the blessing of each breath, in and out.
“One Wedding and a Funeral” is an essay, representing a chapter of my upcoming memoir, about being the mother of Seattle cop during the days of the Defund Movement. It sadly tells the story of one young police officer who lost her life serving her community during this time (in a separate incident) and what that means to me as a cop mom.