I’ve been astounded by the amount of fan mail I’ve received over my latest piece, “My Love/Hate Relationship with G-d.” It’s really been a wonderful experience this week to wake up every morning and find a new email from a fan. Keep it coming! I’ve gotten so many virtual hugs from Jewesses also suffering from… Continue reading Speaking Out
I’m hoping to enter this piece in a contest or submit it to one of the magazines that it’s my goal to get my work in this year. I recently received a devastating rejection from one magazine. The editor was wonderful about it and she gave me a connection to another editor. We’ll see what… Continue reading Second Draft: A Survivor
I am taking two online writing classes through Gotham Writer’s Workshop, Reading Fiction POV and Memoir Writing I. I thought I could be sneaky and use my homework over there as blog posts over here. Well, at least the stuff that’s already been graded and the teacher has told me clearly isn’t awful. The assignments… Continue reading Photographic memory
Inspired by a line from Juno where the main character, a pregnant teen, refers to herself as a “cautionary whale.” Available at http://teewit.com. Motherhood is hard. And I don’t just mean raising the babies. I mean having them. I mean trying to have them. And yes, raising them is hard, too. After finishing up a… Continue reading Making a baby?
My husband’s yeshiva is studying “The Rabbi and People with Disabilities” in various different lectures throughout the week. The topic of people with disabilities obviously interests us because I struggle daily with fibromyalgia and all the wonders of living with chronic pain and the ensuing ferocious battle against depression. To say that I am a… Continue reading The Wrong Place @ the Wrong Time
I published yet another essay in Chabad’s The Jewish Woman magazine, The Wake-up Call. If you can believe it, this particular piece, which chronicles my battle with depression, is much more of a tell-all than the last piece I published on Chabad on conversion and race. You can find all my published work in the… Continue reading The Wake-up Call
Father’s Day came a bit early for me this week. An excerpt of a short story, Daddy’s Little Girl, about my strange relationship with my father and the trip to the Dominican Republic that brought us back into each other’s lives after a nearly ten-year estrangement was published in Tertulia Magazine. Given the format of… Continue reading Happy Father’s Day?
I’ve been convalescing on the couch with a heavy dose of Gilmore Girls reruns. The rainy weather has got me down. Or maybe it’s all the running around like a Kentucky Fried chicken with its head cut off. It’s probably the latter. Yesterday was a very long day. I logged in my exercise hours (which… Continue reading A Good Old Fashioned Monster Story
This is part of a larger, as yet unwritten, piece on depression. I told my psychiatrist, a zany baal teshuva, that I was in his office because I thought about killing myself. And my friends and family were pretty pissed with me. No, I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t have one for death OR… Continue reading Suicidal Ideation
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?
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