Every year around Tu B’Shvat, I open up The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben for a bit of inspiration. Did you know that trees form social safety networks underground? Trees share nutrients with one another and care for elderly or sick members of their communities.
So this past motzoei Shabbos my shul had their annual N’shei melava malka and I went with my mother. I knew there would be zero (0) other single ladies there but I was told there would be sushi so…(No sushi after all but yes acai bowls). I think people were surprised to see me but no one said anything they …
This seems like an obvious solution to a long-standing problem but I hadn’t thought of it until today. Problem: Throughout the workday, I find myself with pockets of free time (ex. a client cancels) and I tend to fill the time by flitting from one half-activity to the next without actually getting anything I want to get done, done with …
I recently read a sweet book by Joanna Hurwitz about a young girl on the Lower East Side in 1910-11. This excerpt is a conversation between her and a friend about their wishes. I think it speaks for itself!
Years ago, someone told me to remember that “there are always fewer fish in the sea.” This well-meant(?) warning succeeded in ingraining a scarcity mindset in me while not actually helping me connect any more easily with anyone I dated. I recently talked this out with my mentor M’nucha Bialik and she had the greatest reframe:
On Shabbos as I powered through a sweet middle-grade novel, I realized that I can basically divide my reading habits into weekday and Shabbos reading. Weekday reading is mostly non-fiction of the self-help variety, the kind that I skim, or dip into, think about, write about, sometimes blog about…while Shabbos reading is all about good stories that engage me for …
Hey, all. In January I posted a list of 20 goals-ish for the calendar year and in July I did a check-in. Here is the final assessment:
Part I was so much fun, I couldn’t resist picking up with more. Though the AMA trend on imamother.com has simmered down, I’m sure there are those out there who are just so eager to hear the inside scoop on the life of an older single. So without further ado…
I’m listening to Benny Friedman’s “A Yid” on repeat these days. It is giving me a lot of chizuk.
Two questions:
