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Next big thing…
I’m buying a house. By myself. I’ve been a co-owner of a total of four homes in my life, but each time, I could rely on someone else to pay attention to all the details, and trust that we are making a sensible decision that we could afford. This time, it’s all on me, and…
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Changing perspective
How magic it is to simply change how you look at a situation or circumstance (are those two things really different?).
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Dancing in harmony with the universe
I moved into my current apartment eight months ago and I initially had it neat as a pin, but then I got an influx of boxes and miscellaneous stuff as my ex cleared out the basement. I would have been happy to have him just chuck the stuff – one box is marked “Wedding mementos”…
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Embracing athleticism
I’ve become a runner. I am embracing that identity. Two years ago, I hated running. I did it occasionally, but never ran further than 2 miles, and disliked every pounding step. For reasons that I can’t really identify, I started running regularly and farther about a year and a half ago. Once I got past…
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Shabbat… Alone vs in community
I spent last night and today in my “old” community – Tikvat Israel congregation in Rockville, MD. I stayed with friends who generously offered me and the boys home hospitality so that we could participate in a family oriented Friday evening service including dinner at the synagogue.
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Running… and injury
My new identity as a runner has surprised me – I always hated running, and I identified as a swimmer for most of my life, athletically (if i identified as anything athletic!). For reasons that aren’t clear to me, a year or so ago, I started running regularly. Maybe it was simply because last year…
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Code-switching…
My boys are with me for three weeks, in Baltimore. And, I enrolled them in Tennis Camp, at Druid Hill Park, right near my apartment. Last week was their first week there. They have three days to go…before we drive down to Harrisonburg, VA for our annual 4 days of immersion in Ethiopian culture, thanks…
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Changing zip codes…
I moved from the suburbs of Rockville to the upscale urban neighborhood of Federal Hill (Baltimore) a little over a year ago, on April Fool’s Day of 2016, and then, one year later, I moved again to a quieter and less pretentious address in Reservoir Hill in Baltimore. The reactions to my various residential addresses…
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Visiting the past
I spent a week in Sunnyvale, CA, with my closest, dearest, longest-standing (don’t want to say oldest) friend, S, and her husband W/M (complicated). She and I met when we were 11 years old, and our first meeting was not auspicious. At least, not for me.
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Refugees and immigrants
During my run this morning, I listened to Reveal – The Smuggler. It was a fascinating story about a french reporter, Raphael Krafft, who gave assistance to two Sudanese refugees and helped them cross into France. The story is harrowing, and at times heartbreaking, and, as often happens to me when I’m hearing stories of people…
