Rachel here. I’m pretty sure if my mother tried to write a post right now, she might just break down. See, she’s had a rough past 48 hours, mainly because she was helping me move all my junk…er… precious possessions out of Humber residence, where I’ve just finished my third year, and into a temporary storage locker. Continue reading
Ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strain. Thanks, David Bowie, for putting it so well.
Like you, we’re also facing the strain of a few changes this summer.
Lars and I will begin our summer in one home, and end up in another, in a different country and continent. Continue reading
Last week, I became the wife of a retiree. Yeah. I know.
We’d been thinking and talking about the Big Day since last year, and recently, a friend of mine suggested I keep a diary, penning my thoughts about how he’s handling it. She suggested I call it The First 50 Days. I thought about doing that, but realised, I’d rather think about how I’m coping instead.
I guess I’m selfish that way.
Dear Awesome Advice Central,
I admit it, I’m stunned. Gobsmacked. Furious. The list goes on and I can’t stop adding to it.
Last week, my daughter sent out her wedding invitations. This should be a time of joy, correct? Two crazy kids, joining in holy matrimony and all that stuff. Right? Continue reading
Here’s something you might not know about me: many years ago, I wrote a Haggadah—the order of service used in the Passover Seder. That’s not a remarkable feat in itself—there are many versions, most far more learned than mine—but as far as I know, mine is the only one written by a non-Jewish woman. Continue reading