I’m at work where there is a serious lack of students to tutor. The one regular is a blind girl who needs things read aloud or typed for her and various other things my disability prevents me from doing. We joke about what two little disabled girls like us are doing in a place like… Continue reading What is my full-time job?
I was raised by wolves. This makes things like human manners and decorum a very foreign concept. My mother on manners: Don’t talk (lest you embarrass me and I have to kill you)!Talk (lest you embarrass me with your shyness and I have to kill you)!Don’t embarrass me (you get the picture?)!Don’t leave guests unattended… Continue reading A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
I guess I survived the interview process if he’s sending me a contract. Hubbie thinks the publisher is underestimating my writing ability, I think Hubbie is overestimating. Now, a case of nerves. I am exhausted. Jetlagged from flying to Berkeley and back for an extended weekend, exhausted from one too many fibromyalgia flare-ups, underexercised and… Continue reading He’s sending me a contract
So, today, I went to my Ouidad hair model appointment. Ouidad is the pre-eminent expert on cutting and styling curly hair. I only agreed to grow my shorn hair (circa 2007) because the hubby said he’d shell out the cash to support the hair. Her hair products are pricey but deliciously wonderful for my hair.… Continue reading Hair Today. Hair Tomorrow.
Notes from The Ten Commandments According to Mom: Ah, so I’m dying to submit my writing for this; THINGS I’D NEVER Tell My Mother. Seeking first-person, nonfiction essays exploring actions, thoughts, or feelings you would never share with your mother. Can be from childhood, adolescence, or adulthood. Humorous to heartbreaking. We especially need humor writing… Continue reading The Ten Commandments According to Mom
As I sit here slouched over my computer, I can feel my lovehandles falling over my longjohns and worse, my tummy is sticking out. Ew. I’ve gained 10lbs since I went to LA. Laziness, a side effect of fibromyalgia. I feel like crap but then if you ran around all day, didn’t eat very much,… Continue reading Fat and frustrated
Okay, I’m cheating. I am working on my Daddy’s Little Girl entry now for two writing contests and the hubbie and I are running back and forth between “our offices” to finetune it. This is actually something I wrote for Writing Workshop on 11/12/04 for my ninth grade students to get them writing about their… Continue reading Mothers
I thought growing up that I was depressed. Life was pretty depressing between the psychotic mom, the deadbeat dad, the suicidal siblings and the pooping/screaming baby half-sister whose pseudo-mom I had become as soon as she popped out. (Hold on while I yell at my husband. Dammit, yes, I ate all the chocolates, yes, I… Continue reading The Blues
There are many problems with being the orphan of parents who are very much alive. None of my siblings has ever had the luxury of a safety net in the way that people who have supportive parents do. For a long time, my hero was my 8th grade English teacher to whom I owe about… Continue reading Fun at the Orphanage
When I met my husband, my life was on a general upswing. I was poor but happy. I had great friends. I’d just made the decision of a lifetime: to convert to Orthodox Judaism. I was making new friends for my new life. I was exploring uncharted territory. I was on a self-imposed man-fast. Because… Continue reading My husband, the hero
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