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.”
I had been tempted to get a mohawk for the last 2.5 years, but I never seemed to have the guts to get it done. I never seemed to be able to, well, cut it. Until it needed to become a memory, that is.
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.”
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.”
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”
I changed things. I took my life and completely up-ended it. I committed to walking forward, one super scary step at a time…