I am 46 and the only child of a holocaust survivor dad, who was 48 when I was born, and a mum who was 37…
Dating outside the Jewish bubble
About a year ago I went on a Bumble date. It wasn’t my first, I had been on a few before after moving from…
Celebrating Being a Mother
I have been asked what my ideal Mother’s Day would be. That is a tough one for me to answer because I have never…
They aren’t my grandparents, I’m adopted
I was four years old when I was told that I had been adopted when I was a baby. Not that a four year…
indie rock in the city of love
I was floating down the streets of Paris at 40 kilometres per second, my arms straining against his denim jacket, laundry powder and cigarette…
Why I Love to Dance
Dancing is my passion, my hobby. Dancing is an integral part of my life. It does more for me than any medicine, treatment or…
Adoption: It Was The Only Option Left
“I met you on March 23, 1996.” I dropped the card and began to cry. I knew immediately it was from my daughter, April,…
Matriculation
I learn you again, after long separation. Time, space — matrices that germinate knowing. My loss becomes gain after patient gestation. Home study – is it work, or vacation? Unwanted confinement, or respite from going? You reclaim me after long separation . Since your bar mitzvah I’ve been a way-station, A hot meal bolted, a quick
The Wonder Women in my Life and What I Learned From Them
I am descended from a long line of powerful and strong Jewish feminists. Not all of them identify themselves as such. Some, probably hadn’t ever heard the term before. Not all of these women are directly related to me, but I am the inheritor of their life’s work and dedication to their people. And yet,
Here I Am
Intimacy is a scar Wrapped around the boy’s arm, A motorbike accident, I touched it, He hates it. I wanted it to be something…