healing

Simcha and Guilt

Somewhere between closing the metaphorical door of any traumatic situation and getting sucked into the constant vortex of pain and victimhood, there’s a middle place of relative contentment.  Of just understanding that it is what it is.

The Roller Coaster Moment

That was the moment, the moment when the roller coaster in his world started going up again, the moment that my 10 year old understood the personal power he had inside. He wasn’t passive, he was strong. He was confident. He could ride any coaster, figurative or literal, and come out triumphant.

Tears of Joy, Tears of Pain

I know I am not unique in this. I remember seeing adults crying at weddings and telling myself that I will never be like that, and now, here I am falling apart over smiling pictures of my kids at camp and hiding in my closet so none of my other kids will see.

Healing

This is my article that appeared on Huffington Post last week. I’m reposting it here. If you are looking to give charity this holiday season, I highly recommend making a donation to Chai Lifeline or Ohr Meir, two remarkable organizations that transform… Read More ›

Scars

My scars are everywhere, faded to white over the years, but still there. The long white line that stretches across my belly where five kids kicked and screamed their way into the world. The raised blotch on my knee from… Read More ›

Darkness

How to put into words the overwhelming sadness and despair that we are all feeling. Everyone always says that there are no words. But there has to be. Not words that will bring comfort. Not words that will explain, but… Read More ›