Tag: Reflection

Rape Culture and Government, a #SAAPM microcosm

Rape Culture and Government, a #SAAPM microcosm
One of my favorite teachers of all time, the late legendary Tom Dodd of Community High School in Ann Arbor, MI, was known for being inappropriate with students. I don’t mean he had sexual relationships with students, but a big part of what made him an institution and a student favorite was his overt, overwhelming... Read more »

The Best of All Possible Worlds: Lea sees the Time Knife

The Best of All Possible Worlds: Lea sees the Time Knife
Every year when I get my eyes dilated, I have the same strange sensation. Not only that things are brighter and blurrier, but that every noise is louder. The hum of a radiator, the patter of ice against the windows, the thrumming of blood in my temples. All of it is louder. I don’t know if... Read more »

"But also," an annual exploration of September Grief

"But also," an annual exploration of September Grief
This time of year is hard. It’s hard when you have kids, and you’re transitioning from summer to school, and the children are exhausted and you’re exhausted and everyone is raw from the sudden change of pace. It’s hard when you’re Jewish, and you’re thrust into the High Holy Days, and whatever level of involvement... Read more »
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Hot Dogs, Birthdays, and Life's Big Questions

Hot Dogs, Birthdays, and Life's Big Questions
Yesterday was my husband’s thirty-sixth birthday. He has lived a third of his life knowing he has brain cancer. At some point in all of our lives, we have an existential crisis. A moment where we wake up in the morning and say to ourselves, “I’m going to die. One day, I’m going to be... Read more »

Tahlequah's Dirge

Tahlequah's Dirge
A poem:   Tahlequah’s Dirge For sixteen days a mother orca has carried the corpse of her calf across the sea. We the human watch in awe, in horror, at the progression of her mourning, performing nonverbal aquatic adaptations of emotion we only channel through “It’s Quiet Uptown” and we witness, we the simple, the... Read more »

In Memorium

In Memorium
Today we are burying my husband’s grandmother. There are many kind things I could say about her, that she was brilliant and sweet and kind, but mostly when I think of her, I think of a conversation I once had with my mother-in-law. I don’t know what prompted me, but I was compelled to tell her... Read more »
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Saying No to a High School Reunion, or, What To Do when your Friends are Friends with your Rapist

Saying No to a High School Reunion, or, What To Do when your Friends are Friends with your Rapist
This weekend, Mike and I enjoyed an anniversary getaway to Mackinac Island, sans-kids. It would have been wonderful no matter what, but it had the added bonus of giving me a wonderful excuse not to go to my high school reunion. I only attended high school for about fifteen months. Around that time I was raped by... Read more »

What I've Learned in 10 Years of Marriage

What I've Learned in 10 Years of Marriage
Mike and I have been married for ten years and a week. I tend to think of Memorial Day weekend as our anniversary, regardless of where it actually falls on the calendar. We were married the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, and spent the entire following three days reveling in our love and Mike’s survival. Weddings... Read more »

A Letter from the Future

A Letter from the Future
Dear Lea, I am writing this letter for you to read the night after Mike’s surgery and diagnosis, once you’re sure all your houseguests are asleep. You won’t be sleeping anyway. Five days ago, on the happiest day of your life, Mike asked you to marry him. Four days ago he had a seizure and... Read more »
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When the Angel of Death Passes You Over

When the Angel of Death Passes You Over
On Wednesday, M had another round of MRIs, another meeting with his neuro-oncologist, another of those long days where you are constantly both questioning and trying not to question. They’re hard days. No matter how romantic we get inside the hospital, they’re hard days. In some ways, they’re harder now then they used to be.... Read more »