5 Reasons to Take a Break from Reality

I know. I know. You are convinced that your life does not afford for you to have the ability to get away from the rest of the world. Your life tells you that it would be selfish if you left your family for a couple days to do something for YOU, right? Sure.  Of course it does. But you don’t have to listen. You CAN make the time for you to find you!  I am the first to admit when I get away from my family too much.  I am…

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My Baby is a Worrier: She Gets it From Me

I’ve spent an enormous amount of mental energy forging routes around fear; taking the long way to avoid those scary woods.  It’s an exhausting and isolated path, full of its own obstacles and lacking a GPS signal. My way was studded with compulsion and hidden distress, holding myself responsible for outcomes and creating imaginary control where I had none. I hid it well, which only served to make the road more desolate. When I see my five-year-old struggling, I worry that one day she too will turn inward and it…

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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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