Long, long ago, in a land far far away (Metairie), my first husband told me that I was a seeker. He did not mean this in a kind way; no, he meant that I was looking for something, was restless, not content. Three husbands later, I kept hearing the same refrain. I’ve been told to stop searching, to stop turning over stones, to leave well enough alone and yet, try as I might, I can’t.…
Easter has never meant anything to me. The only time the thought of Easter intersected my thoughts was when Passover has overlapped and my friends spent the day eating candy that I couldn’t have. Then you have a kid and you are constantly trying to stamp out videos, news, foul language, cigarettes, commercialism, pot, and what not but you can’t ignore Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. You can’t – and it’s almost cruel to…
How appropriate to be having thoughts of resurrection around this time of year. Even though Passover hasn’t ended yet, the matzo is finished in the house and we are taking an Easter break – which means painted eggs and chocolate bunnies. I was ease dropping – a thing that I am want to do – and heard a guy said, “It’s not about how hard you fall, it’s how you get up.” Oh, yes, I…
The sun is shining today and how do I know this, because I went to bring the keys to Tatjana’s car back to her apartment after strategically parking her car and I walked all the way home and duh! The keys also had my keys so I had to walk all the way back and get those keys and get in and then go back and leave the keys – criminey! So the whole time…
I was going to call this post Notes to Self, but Thoughts by Rachel seemed more appropriate. Given the meditation and the aim to filter out thoughts that are slowing me down, and right now the impulse not to take a frying pan and hit my asshole neighbor upside the head who is playing pounding music after the witching hour (Tin’s bedtime), I’ve come to conclusion that there are some things that are a part…
I received an anonymous painting in the mail today – the inscription said “I Only Cry When It’s Raining” – so I’d like to adopt that as my motto from here on out. Tears in rain, nothing more, nothing less. My role in being the recipient of this artwork is to create a piece of art and send it along to someone anonymously. We are posting our locations and a description of what we received…
I spoke today with a long-time source in media and we reminisced about all the changes that have occurred in this industry since we began speaking nearly two decades ago. He said to me, “We just met about reorganizing the entire agency.” I asked him what they planned to do and this was the kicker, he said they didn’t know, but whatever they are going to do, it is going to be different from what…
I live now in a small room with my desk (work) on one side and my day bed (rest) on the other side. A large photograph of my mother is over my bed alongside a portrait of Tin. I think about my mother often and how brave and strong she was, and how I really did not understand this until she had passed. Today I remember her beauty and how she created beauty and always,…
Happy Passover y’all. Tin and I had our matzo and talked about when the Jewish people were slaves in Egypt and how they fled and didn’t have time for the bread to rise and so that is why we eat matzo to remember. He’s four and basically now knows that his ancestors and his mother’s ancestors have been slaves at one point in history. I wrote about it in my blog on race and parenting.…
I have never considered myself a person who would be or feel trapped in anything. After all I learned from a master, my father, that if you don’t like something, change it – as he did many many times over again. But I spent a good many days, weeks, months and years feeling trapped like rodentia – backed into a corner of my own making. And it took a health crisis for me to face…