Monthly Archives: November 2022

Being on the outside of language is instructive. Being a recent immigrant to a country where I do not speak the language means that I am often outside of discourse. An infantile attempter. A curious observer of language. And when I say language I refer not only to words spoken. I refer to words notContinue reading “Language”

Home…something I am thinking a lot about right now. Happy Thanksgiving, by the way, to all you who celebrate Thanksgiving. Last week I was at my local health food store digging for non-crushed dates at the bottom of the barrel; it was literally the bottom of the barrel. Guess there had been a run onContinue reading “Home”

Recently, I was speaking with a friend about some recurring challenges, that bothered me; and what bothered me wasn’t the challenges themselves, but the fact that I was still feeling them. Like, shouldn’t I be past the whole empty nest thing? And ya, immigrating is hard, but it’s also exciting. And learning a new language?Continue reading “Beautiful Monsters”

About twelve or thirteen years ago I met Angie, one of the wisest, kindest, strongest-in-the-tiniest-of-bodies people I ever met. We were living in San Francisco, and a few of my kids were having some sleeping issues and a friend suggested I try reflexology. It’s like acupuncture, my friend explained, but on the foot. Every spotContinue reading “Can You Bully A Wave?”

My son asked me the other day when I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Or, when I understood my purpose. Or, when I stopped feeling lost. I answered, I still feel lost, somewhat. Or, sort of on and off. Or now and then. I guess what has changed, I explained toContinue reading “Lost and Found”

I went to my first life drawing class when I was hugely pregnant with my youngest. I can’t recall now how I learned about the classes at Académie de la Grande Chaumière in the 6th Arrondissement, but I do remember the bleacher-like seats in the small amphitheater room, and the anticipation of waiting to seeContinue reading “Wanting to be Noticed”

Last week I went in search of bee pollen at a local health food store. As soon as I stepped in, I was reminded of the health food stores I went to as a child in San Diego, with my tofu-eating mother. Before Whole Foods. Before your corner bodega sold kombucha or gluten-free or dairy-freeContinue reading “Behold Beautiful You”

The Israeli elections??? WTF…? No, no, can’t…even begin… So, here’s a more manageable question—what do Taylor Swift, Ross Gay and Marie Howe have in common? About a week ago, my husband and I were sitting in our a-miracle-we-even-got-it appointment at The Ministry of Absorption, which—I know, sounds a bit Harry Potter-ish. This was an importantContinue reading “The Poem We’re Writing…”