Before this painkiller runs out on me, I thought I’d squeeze in a blog post. Because of the immense facial pain and carpal tunnel pain, I’ve been unable to keep up with friends and readers alike. I’ve never felt so isolated, especially living away from home, from New York, for the first time in my… Continue reading Another mini health update from Los Angeles or Oops, I fell off the planet AGAIN!
The Ten Commandments According to My MotherAliza Hausman My mother doesn’t know where I live. And no, I’m not a member of the Witness protection program, though, if you knew my mother personally, you’d wonder why I wasn’t. I have successfully withheld this little tidbit, a collection of digits and street names, from my mother… Continue reading Redux: The Ten Commandments According to My Mother
I can remember “wanting to die” when I was five years old. It was the only way I could think of escaping my situation. I was living with a mentally ill mother who was chronically abusive. Sure, we were also living in poverty, in a neighborhood too dangerous for me to play outside where I… Continue reading Teen Latinas Considering Suicide
Here are some of my resolutions for the new year: 1. Save money. This year, I closed my savings account because I didn’t have anything to put in it. Depressing.I’m hopeful that the new year some of the ways I’ve started to cut back will pay off. I got rid of that rarely used fax… Continue reading Rosh Hashanah Resolutions
30 Things About My Invisible Illness You May Not Know 1. The illness I live with is: FIBROMYALGIA. 2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: 2006. 3. But I had symptoms since: 2003-2004. I suspect that I had fibromyalgia as early as 2003-2004 when I had to change careers because working as an… Continue reading 30 Things About My Invisible Illness You May Not Know
Okay, apparently, I’ve been spending so much time in Los Angeles, I’ve forgotten how to navigate my way around Riverdale. I got lost trying to walk up from my place to Wave Hill, which was only open this particular Monday because it was Labor Day. This wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if I hadn’t been… Continue reading LABOR DAY PAINS: MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP.
Here’s something I wrote last week…. Lately, I’ve been too depressed to write. I can’t get motivated to write my book. I can’t get motivated to write any new articles. Mostly, I can’t get motivated. Sometimes, I wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t depressed. But I can’t remember if there was ever… Continue reading D is for Depression
My intention in posting “Thou Shalt Not Oppress the Ger” was to highlight a very ugly reality that one convert lives in because it is a reality that unfortunately, many converts live in. I have been lucky, so far, that it is not my reality. I have been spared this lot. Mostly, I get snide… Continue reading Further Reflections on Yesterday’s Post
Illegal aliens are coming in to steal our healthcare and our jobs! At least, that’s what I hear. Nobody’s talking about the kids caught in the crossfire. In “Immigrants’ children might get help from DREAM Act”, Victor Manuel Ramos profiles one of those kids. “Walter Lara grew up in Florida. An honor student in high… Continue reading Illegal Immigrant Children
I am learning my limitations. And accepting them. It sounds simple enough but for an overachiever who doesn’t quit until her body does, I’ve discovered a knack for never turning down a chance to overwork myself silly. And yet, in the past few weeks, I have been turning down assignments. It’s like I’m in an… Continue reading Learning to Say No
Memoirs of a Jewminicana 