“Alone I lived inside my head, never wanting to leave my bed On the outside so strong and tough, but inside never good enough I spent each moment wrapped in fear, afraid of looking in the mirror What power it had over me, it’s reflection was my enemy My bones were not distinct...
Breast cancer. We hear about it, see campaigns for awareness and prevention and know someone who knows someone who had it. We never think it can be our reality. As some of you read in a previous blog of mine back in May, I had done...
Friendships...
Now that the new school year is upon us, my Facebook newsfeed is full of first day of school pictures. Many of them are with adorable kids holding signs that let us know what grade they are going into or what they want to be...
We Don’t See Things As They Are, We See Them As We Are." Anais Nin Lately, I've been seeing a lot of pregnant bellies. I think they are absolutely beautiful. I didn't always feel this way. Seven years ago, when I was struggling with secondary infertility, the...
Several years ago I was sitting in a psychologist’s office when my personal narrative was unexpectedly uprooted, violently rearranged, and permanently altered as if hit by a tornado. As soon as I heard the words, “What she did was selfless and in fact an act...
I am so excited to be part of the 'IGNITE' Your Mind Conference as a panelist. If you ready to be educated and inspired by a dynamic, group of Canadian women then this conference for you? http://www.distinctivewomenmagazine.com/…/national-CA-IGNI…/ Tickets: Regular - $485 (plus HST) from August 1st - November 1st *Individual...
Sometimes, things don’t always work out the way you thought they would. I never necessarily envisioned myself having a huge family, but after having my son and experiencing that ridiculous, unique love that seems to be inherent to becoming a mother, I had always imagined I would have another. But after my painful struggle with infertility, I have finally come to terms with the fact that my son will be an only child and essentially, I will be a mom to one, single, extraordinary little boy.
From the time my mother was 8 years old, my Bubbie (the Yiddish term for grandmother) Celia walked with crutches. It was very difficult for her to leave her home, which meant that our weekly visits were almost always at her house. There were many...
It’s no secret that I have a busy schedule. Just today a friend asked me to have lunch at the last minute and how I wished I could have jumped on that but I apologized and said let’s book a time in advance for next week. So with the Passover holiday approaching, I had to schedule some time in to do some cooking. (Thankfully) I am not hosting a Seder but I do have to prepare my share of dishes.
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Grade 6 graduation[/caption]
I have a beautiful, intelligent, caring, sensitive, perceptive 13 year old daughter. She just finished her first year of high school and thriving. She loves acting, singing and playing waterpolo. As her mom I have taught her a lot over the last thirteen years; how to cross the street, how to ride her bike, how to tie her shoes, table manners, conversation skills...the list goes on and as she continues to grow as she still has a lot to learn.
Learn how to appreciate yourself and your body through the practice of Mindfulness Yoga. Come and step on your mat and experience a movement practice that unites body and mind. [caption id="attachment_23703" align="aligncenter" width="640"] Processed with VSCOcam with f2 preset[/caption] You’ll be introduced to mindfulness yoga, which...
Newly empty-nested, most days I have enough spare time to write. These days, my house is quiet, too quiet, void of noisy and chaotic distractions of (please insert adjectives of your choice here) teens, tweens or toddlers. I no longer suffer from constant sleep deprivation...
I have been living with thyroid disease since I was seventeen. At seventeen I'd never even heard of the thyroid, but here I found myself possessing one that was diseased. Leading up to that diagnosis was an overall sense that I had become a shell of a person....
When it began. That's me on the left.[/caption]
When I was a kid, I couldn’t go to sleep unless I completed a very specific set of nightly routines. I was inexplicably terrified of water dripping from the bathroom tap, so I worked at tightening the faucet until I was sure I was safe. The bathroom light switch had to be flicked on and off exactly 10 times. Each item on my shelves and desk needed to be perfectly aligned and I felt compelled to yell, “Goodnight Ma!”, from my bed at least a dozen times.
This is my life; one I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. But it's different from most. I have what most people strive for; a beautiful family, a nice home (ok, so I'd change half a dozen things about it, but who's counting?!), a loving and supportive husband and 3 beautiful children; 2 boys and a little girl. However, what a lot of people don't know is the struggles I live each day. My boys, Ty who is 10 and Max who is 8, have autism.
Low lunge with Moksha instructor Cyndie[/caption]
If you look up Type A personality in the dictionary, there’s a good chance you’ll find my picture. I’m a perfectionist, a catastrophist and an overachiever. I generally sleep like shit because the wheels in my head are always turning. I have a terrible time relaxing. I feel stressed, a lot, and I’m always rushing. Lisa is forever telling me to slow down because it’s not unusual that we’ll be walking down the street together and I’m half a block ahead of her. I just don’t do slow or relaxed. Fast paced and constant motion are more my thing.
August 2007, we were like so many other families. Happily married, 1 little boy whose 2nd birthday we had just celebrated and another baby on the way. Many nights were spent talking about how things would change once the new baby came. We talked about...
