When I was a little girl, some evenings I had trouble falling asleep for fear that one day my mother would die.
As the daughter of an English teacher during the late 1960s, I struggled with separation anxiety and resented having a working mother who was not waiting for me when I came home from school. When I tearfully called my mom to my bed, she explained that I was having my “bad feelings” and reassured me that when I was older, I, too, would have a family and would not be as traumatized by her death as I would be now, when she was very unlikely to die.
I found her words...Read More
I think I have the only mother who is going into assisted living without complaining.
Yes, she’s sad. She will desperately miss her three close friends, with whom she grew up in Albany, N.Y., and who all moved down to her town in south Florida. She questions whether she will see her brother and sister-in-law again. While she will only be moving three hours north, this will be too long a drive for her elderly friends and relatives. She will mourn the beautiful view of the ducks on the pond, right outside her patio window. And she will loathe giving up her privacy and quiet.
My synagogue is my stage, and I am the leading player. I am not referring to the bimah or the pulpit, although I do enjoy giving a meaningful d’var Torah. Rather, I mean the actual stage in our amphitheater and the makeshift stage in our social hall. Under the bright lights, accompanied by music from our temple band, and often with mic in hand, I get to be a star.
During the day, I am a contented psychologist in private practice and an instructor in the Doctor of Ministry program at Hebrew Union College - Jewish Institute of Religion in New York City. I am an average tennis player...Read More
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