Not mine. Yours, maybe? So, I decided to take a break from writing today. My sister confirms that I said this aloud. I am actually supposed to be taking a nap thanks to fibromyalgia exhaustion. But here I am, typing away, injuring my little wrists, my little elbows and that area right between the shoulder… Continue reading Baby Drama
In the NY Times article, When Families Take Care of Their Own, Jane E. Brody takes a look at a segment of the population that has been overlooked when health care is being discussed. “Relatively little official attention has been paid to those who provide the overwhelming bulk of services for people, both young and… Continue reading G-d Bless the Caregiver
The rainy, foggy weather in New York has got my fibromyalgia frazzled. It keeps spiraling between making me utterly exhausted to shooting pains from my fingertips to my toes. So, of course, I’ve totally overscheduled myself. I’ve signed up to do everything knowing full well that I might have to cancel at the last minute.… Continue reading Weathering the Blues
Back from Los Angeles and of course, incredibly jet-lagged. Oy. And I’m scheduled to go to a Yael Naim concert tonight. The best laid plans of mice and men…. I figured I’d write up more about my trip before I head out for the evening. One particular awkward moment sticks out in my mind. After… Continue reading Keeping my hands to myself
Here’s a love letter I sent to some of my friends and family today after many blows to my ego. “You know, I think that I should say something. All of y’all are very sweet but you seem to have forgotten that I DO HAVE A JOB. Job #1 I hate. It’s getting healthy enough… Continue reading Aliza’s J-O-B
It seems like I just got back from my summer in Los Angeles. Yet, in seven hours from now (I should be sleeping), I’ll be cruising at high altitudes on my way back. My husband will be working at his internship at a local synagogue. I’ll be trying to squeeze in chapters of my book… Continue reading Back to lala land…
Bag from Butyoudontlooksick.com. Friend: Hey, question, are you always in pain? Jewminicana: Yes, very little time am I ever NOT in pain, maybe an hour here or there. Friend: So how do you function? Jewminicana: You ever get a papercut? Friend: Yea. Jewminicana: I have a HUGE, huge papercut! Friend: So how do you function… Continue reading It’s a pain in the…everywhere!
This piece was inspired by a previous blog. “So, are you pregnant?” a friend asked bouncing over to me enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes and exhaled sharply. “What? What did I say?” Motherhood is hard. And I don’t just mean raising the babies. I mean having them. I mean trying to have them. And yes,… Continue reading Don’t Ask Me About My Uterus (Part 2)
This is the final draft of an essay I wrote for a contest that asked “What is the Most Important Day of Your Life?” I previously posted the first draft on the blog. Come Back For Us She stood in the doorframe in a faded nightgown though it was mid-afternoon. Her thin penciled-in eyebrows became… Continue reading The Most Important Day of My Life Final Draft
Senator Barack Obama accepted the presidential nomination of the Democratic Party in front of 80,000 people Thursday night at Invesco Field in Denver. (Photo: Todd Heisler/The New York Times) I’ve never been one for politics. So, it’s no secret then that while my husband was watching Barack Obama speak at the Democratic National Convention on… Continue reading What’s more historic?
Memoirs of a Jewminicana 