Can We Just Let Carrie Fisher Rest Already?

Carrie Fisher was never a name in my life that stuck out to me.  In fact, until The Force Awakens truth be told I had no idea who she was.  I had never heard of her for some weird reason.  Maybe because I wasn’t a Star Wars fan (gasp).  However, I do remember Princess Leia.  I do remember the name, face and the accolades. I do remember googling her and falling in complete love with a woman I had no idea was so cool.  Her honest interview with Oprah filled…

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Reconciling My Post-Baby Identity

In the prime of my selfish “pre-baby” days I got married. I moved across the country from Chicago to Philly…leaving behind the super success as a radio personality I worked so hard to achieve. And I had just turned thirty. I spent the summer without a job, but then got a great on-air position with a top-ranked radio station in Philly. Within the first week of my new job, I found out I was pregnant. I gained fifty pounds and forty-one weeks later popped out a bouncing baby boy, no…

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Big And Happy

I must have been ten years old when I overheard an older cousin of mine say “I bet Tova will struggle with her weight her entire life, just like her mother”. I had no idea what he meant obviously—as far as I was concerned, there was nothing wrong with my weight just like I didn’t see anything wrong with my mom’s either. I was just another average looking ten year old who loved skipping rope and playing hide and seek, as well as eating ice cream on hot days. But…

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PTSD Sucks

My husband had surgery in mid-December. He got hurt snowboarding. I didn’t deal well with any of it. PTSD sucks. Seeing him semi-conscious pre-surgery with a nasal cannula, hooked up to an I.V., with blankets covering him to his chin put me back to a place I never want to return. His eyes were closed, his breathing was slow, and I was helpless. It wasn’t the same thing. He was going to wake up and be just fine. Not have to learn to walk again. Not have to be in…

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Giving Up Control: Stop Life’s Crazy Pressure

I’m a control freak, I’ll admit it. When I was young my favorite activity was creating, and performing plays with the neighborhood kids. These were plays I wrote, directed, choreographed and, of course, starred in. I enjoyed having the loudest voice, the ultimate say and most importantly, the feeling of accomplishment it created. Yes, some thought I was bossy but at the end of the production, they were happy to have followed my lead. This lead to other power positions; Captain of the patrols, head choreographer in the drama department,…

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