“Sit down, and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.” Colette Okay, now I’m cheating on my blog with my Personal Essay Writing class. I’m completely behind because of Pesach… Continue reading Revision Frenzy
Hello, little blog. I am making you very sad by not writing as much as I’d like to write. I promise to write much more in the coming weeks. In fact, I owe you a good post on the JCC Manhattan talk I attended today, Jews of Color: Wrestling with the Angel of Identity, which… Continue reading Behind on the writing
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?
If it wasn’t for my husband, I wouldn’t be writing this right now. I wouldn’t be writing period. Despite my love of writing, I long ago decide that it was something stuffy people with money did. It certainly wasn’t something part-time tutors and full-time fibromyalgia out-patients did. But as he pointed out, even though my… Continue reading Writing my husband out of the picture
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
One of my favorite Dr. Seuss quotes (and I have many) goes something like this: “So be sure when you stepStep with care and great tactAnd remember that Life’sA Great Balancing Act.Just never forget to be dexterous and deftAnd never mix up your right foot with your left.And will you succeed?Yes, you will indeed!(98 and… Continue reading Juggling Badly
Two years ago, I was too sick to move. The fibromyalgia diagnosis paralyzed me physically, mentally, emotionally. I’ve been hibernating since then. For the first time since eternal winter set in, it finally seems as if sunny days are ahead. My mother-in-law and I were chatting today about pursuing dreams and how I never really… Continue reading Aliza Hausman, The Writer?
I’m writing so much my brain hurts. And it doesn’t seem like I’ve ever written enough. And then there are rewrites. Some really cool chicks from my Personal Essay workshop on family have been helping me edit “Attack of the Mothers,” the piece I wrote about my fears of motherhood and my own past with… Continue reading Creating a Scene
Thirty posts on my Chabad article! I’m glowing like a glow worm at work. It’s probably distracting the other tutors. Guess I’m going to have to start writing more. Poor little blog. I will put something good up soon! People from…Flushing, NY, Panama, Monsey, NY, Brooklyn, NY, Silver Spring, MD, Georgia, Chicago, IL, Los Angeles,… Continue reading Aliza Hausman Goes Global
Memoirs of a Jewminicana 