Baking a challah bread WITH RAISINS and making it into french toast the next day.

Last weekend was Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Just after sundown on the Friday, with my challah bread baking in the oven for the first stage of my memory, I received the news that Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg had died. I was gutted. In some respects, I feel like the tiny, 5’1″ Ginsburg wasContinue reading “Baking a challah bread WITH RAISINS and making it into french toast the next day.”

Putting a bumper sticker on my car.

I see the bumper of my car as a blank canvas. What do I want the lucky folks behind me at a stoplight or people walking by in a parking lot to read? I certainly like puns, but I’m not sure a bumper is the best something like that. Maybe I want something deeper, somethingContinue reading “Putting a bumper sticker on my car.”

Walking around the neighborhood and counting the number of peacocks I see.

By the end of August, I had finally gotten fed up with witnessing the number on my scale consistently climbing. I wasn’t happy with myself, and I no longer wanted to be caught in the downward spiral. I knew that if I could put a strong effort in, for at least a few solid days,Continue reading “Walking around the neighborhood and counting the number of peacocks I see.”

Watching the Leafs hoist the Stanley Cup

When my therapist challenged me to compile my list of wanted memories, it was early August, exactly one month ago, and my beloved Maple Leafs were still a contender in the NHL playoffs. I added this memory squarely in the realm of “potential”, because although I didn’t think it was likely to happen, wouldn’t itContinue reading “Watching the Leafs hoist the Stanley Cup”