Monthly Archives: September 2015

Little Is Big

My Yom Kippur goals are simple, as they really are my goals year-long, I just have more time to think about it while I’m doing that whole undercaffeinated-not-eating-praying-sitting-in-synagogue thing. Be a better me today than I was yesterday. Be a better me tomorrow than I was today.  Be more gracious…

I Think I Need A Paddle. Or At Least Some Depends.

I’m taking my puffer and the codeine-filled cough syrup every four hours as directed (I’m typically a rule follower by nature, although I never repeat in my lather and rinse routine) even though cherry-flavored anything makes me gag (except for Nibs because they really basically just taste like sugar plastic)…

The Time

The 10-hour drive from my mom’s house in Lexington, Virginia to our house in the Toronto nosebleeds is a route we take fairly frequently these days. We always take photos of the “Virgnia is for lovers” sign and we have discovered that Pennsylvania is a gigantenormous state and we make the same…

One Second

It’s funny how your day can change in just one second. One second you are sitting in your car, listening to the last few chapters of Jesse Eisenberg’s self-narrated “Bream Gives Me Hiccups,” making good time even in Sunday Bathurst Street traffic on your way to a fun family photoshoot….

Rage Against The Fruit Flies

Getting children ready for school is basically a full time job. School supplies. High school orientation. “I have nothing to wear on the first day of school…” English subject textbooks ($520 later…). “My shoes don’t fit“ Hebrew subject textbooks that, of course, the store is out of. “But Mama I NEED…

Perhaps The 5th Best Feeling

A few weeks ago, I boarded a flight from Toronto to Charlotte, the first—and longer—leg on my solo journey to Nashville. The flight filled up, the already frazzled flight crew forced those in boarding zone 3 to start gate checking their bags (no one loves when that happens). Finally, they…

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