Commemorating 11 Years of Blogging and a New Beginning
On November 6, I turned 45. In December, Leah’s Thoughts will be 11 years old. That means I’ve been writing this blog since I was
A Yom Kippur Reflection: Forgiving Myself
In March 2019, I attended the Power of Narrative conference in Boston with my close friend, Ann marie. The time spent with her was not
Elul and the End of Summer: The Bridge to a New Year
Today is 15 Elul, 5780. Wait, aren’t we in September, you ask? Yes, technically, today is September 4, 2020. But according to the Jewish calendar,
Back to School and Raising an (Almost) Teen in Unprecedented Times
This is not your typical back-to-school blog post. In September 1987, I started my seventh grade year in middle school. My biggest worry was whether
The Things I Believed to Be True
“Think back on and write down some of the early messages you received about who you were in the world, what was possible, etc. and
A Bittersweet Farewell to the Scrapbook Supplies
When I was in my 20s, I was REALLY into scrapbooking. This was back in the early 2000s, before the days of Facebook and Instagram,
Learning to Dance with Anger
This photo of a shattered dinner plate in my sink … this is anger. Last week, Sophie and I got into an argument that left
The Things I Carry
Sometimes a writing idea will come to me in minutes and I’ll feverishly draft the entire thing in the Notes app of my phone. Other
Buying My “First” House and Living “Alone” at Age 44
Other than my college dormitory rooms, I never lived alone; by myself. And one could argue that despite the fact I had my own dorm
Reasons, Seasons and Lifetimes of Relationships
When I was in my early 20s, I had a friend named Karen (name changed). We got along so well because we had tons of
Memorial Day Running: Pain Becomes Truth
Memorial Day 2020 • Today was a warm morning as I pushed myself out the door to run. All the fair-weather quarantine walkers and runners
Mental Health and My Journey with Antidepressants
I have not publicly shared a lot about my mental health. Mainly because it’s very personal and being that open and vulnerable scares me. I
Lessons from Oz: Dreams, Friendship and the Power of “Home”
This week’s writing prompt in one of my Facebook groups featured this photo from “The Wizard of Oz” where Dorothy wakes up from her journey
Surrendering to a New Normal
I haven’t written about COVID-19, social distancing and quarantine life here on this blog yet. Although I have written some “micro-blog” posts on my Instagram
Being Brave Enough to Break My Own Heart
In March 2019, I went to the Power of Narrative conference in Boston with my close friend, Ann marie. She and I had been attending