Throughout my childhood, the other version of this conversation happened countless times in our household, following some incident at school that either myself or my sister had gone through. Our parents told us what so many parents tell their daughters. Someone hit you, pushed you, called you a name, dumped your desk, whatever, because they wanted to get your attention. Because they like you.Read more
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I know the evolutionary, genealogical point of having kids. They succeed us, pass on our genes into a future we will not be present for. They are a creation. They ensure the survival of the human species. All that is true. But what is the point for us, without thinking of anyone else? What do we gain or hope to gain from it?Read more
I am involved in an ongoing internal research project about the factors that separate between a day in which setting a modest meal on the table between 5:30 and 6:15 feels possible, enjoyable even, and the days in which dinner makes me want to skyrocket myself off the balcony.Read more
Together we will embark upon a new creative process that will include text, movement, personal and group expression. The sessions will include warm up, generation of movement, composition, personal feedback. The final meeting will be open to friends and family.Read more
During the lockdown, choreographer, designer and visual artist Inbal Pinto sketched images of people wedged in their doorframes. While staying indoors, they had somehow grown too large to get through the openings and were thus trapped inside. When the lockdown ended, celebrated writer Etgar Keret published a story entitled Outside in which authorities have to force people out of their homes. Their time inside had made them fearful and reluctant to reenter public spaces.Read more
Last week, I was planning on writing something about parental PTSD. I had run into a friend in the park whose son was struggling through phase-in in his first time in a nursery school situation. His mother told me, with tears in her eyes, that leaving him at school flashed her back to leaving him in the premature care ward in the hospital (we was born several weeks early).
I thought about all of the women I know who are carrying around some kind of traumatic baggage from their pregnancy, attempts to conceive, birth and afterwards.
And then my younger daughter broke her arm.Read more
I am my children’s leader and their faith in me is a key element in our relationship. They rely on me for so much and my decisiveness and confidence, my ability to point in a clear direction gives them a sense of security. But I am often unsure of what to do.Read more
Not long ago, while sitting for breakfast with my older daughter, that same sadness bubbled up in a different way. There she was, having recently finished first grade, nearly as far from an adult as she is from being a baby. She perched on her chair, back straight and hair flowing, and gently punctured her fried egg. She was suddenly so grown, such a clear being.Read more
“It can’t all be hard, you know. If nothing’s easy, you won’t know when something is actually hard,” she said.Read more