For all of my new readers, people that are joining me here and have been following my new series on Working Mother Magazine - welcome. I wish that this could be a longer, more profoundly detailed blog, but considering that I can’t see straight, every bone in my body is aching and I’m dreaming of my…
In my last posting, A Mother Cries…, I shared that I have begun a medication protocol for both of my children. I am still not 100% at peace with this decision. But once you begin down the rabbit hole, there is no choice but to keep tunneling forward. At times the journey seems overwhelmingly dark…
Remember the joy you felt as a kid waiting expectantly at the crack of dawn for updates to the Winter Advisory? 303, 303, 303, 303! I chanted my school number as a mantra – hoping and praying as fervently as I could to the snow gods to close my school. Ah, those were the days…
It’s been a most extroardinary day, one I won’t soon forget. The power of social media is humbling and in this case, for a great cause. Just under two hours from now thousands of people will join their voices in a call for prayer to lend support and energy to singer/songwriter Debbie Friedman. It all…
Debbie Friedman is one of the most influential and beloved Jewish artists of our time. One of her most famous songs is Mi Shebeirach – a Prayer for Healing. Now it’s Debbie who needs our prayer for her healing. She is critically ill in a Southern California hospital so I am inviting all of…
Wild maned, bristly and bright eyed, a homeless gentleman named Ted Williams used to roam the Ohio interstate. Typical of most street beggars, he carried a rough-edged cardboard sign proudly offering to demonstrate his one and only attribute in exchange for badly needed cash. This talent was his “God given gift of voice.” So after…
This is what it is all about, now it’s our turn to manifest it in the world. Blessings for a New Year of peace, prosperity and purpose!
Peeling back the cover of his Zen soy pudding cup, my 7 yr. old son stopped, wide eyed and strangely silent. Curious, my 9 yr. old daughter peered in and gasped: “hey, that looks like The Scream”. Life imitating art? You decide. Of course, my daughter was convinced her next spoonful of the vanilla version strangely…
Blog post 2. Here’s hoping it under promises and over delivers. The purpose of this blog isn’t to needlessly expose you to the rantings and ravings of an overworked, underpaid, super-stressed single mompreneur. Rather, I wish to reach, encourage and activate any of you who have had similar experiences balancing work, family, relationships and everything…
After much fanfare, a few false starts and some sleepless nights, my website and blog are now “live.” Oh, the pressure! If only my mind could keep up with the millions of things I want to write about; the kids, the job, the blog, the boyfriend, the trip to Sedona, the blog, the mean dad,…