Category Archives: self image The piano has been around longer than I have. It belonged to my grandmother, then my mother, then me. I remember playing it with my dad, and sitting next to him while he played. He didn’t know how to read music, but he had a good ear, and though he knew bits and pieces of […]  I spent my entire freshman year at Skidmore College feeling like a fish out of water, feeling Jewish. Nothing in my life had prepared me for the rich, beautiful, WASP-y girls I encountered when I got there. Suddenly I was surrounded by willowy blondes wearing twin sets and pearls to class and driving brand new sports cars. Growing […]  I swim because in the water I am thin, sleek and beautiful. For thirty minutes a few times a week I love my body and marvel at what it can accomplish. I cut through the water, feeling it on every part of me. The straps of my bathing suit form an X across my back, […]  Falling apart can be a slow process, it can take years to even realize it’s happening, and I was pretty far gone, ignoring all the signs until one Sunday at church. You might ask what I was doing at church, and that is a fair question, because I am Jewish. I was there partly to […]  Where does compassion live? Are we born with is, or is it something we are taught, or not? I am pleased to be part of the #1,000 Voices Speak for Compassion project, and today my post is devoted to that. “In Germany they came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t […] |
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