When your vision goes dark, you see the light

A few nights ago my biggest dilemma was what show to binge on Netflix as I happily lay in bed reminiscing about my day. It was a great day after all. I had my first since-pandemic in-person work event that night and I met a friend for a glass-ish of…

Solo Travel & Freedom

Quenching my desire to feel alive

Did you go to New Zealand by yourself? I can’t even drive to the airport alone without major anxiety! That was me, in my forties, until two years ago.

I moved to New York from Israel when I was eight years old. This was the first time I was on…

A 20 of 2020 writing tour

I feel like the only person who didn’t start baking this year.

If your newsfeeds looked anything like mine in 2020, every soul across the globe seems to have started baking from sourdough to cookies to every variety imaginable and beyond of challah; sesame, cinnamon, chocolate, rainbow-colored, you name it…

It’s about more than sex and money; you have to talk to each other too

You meet her. You feel all the feels and all the butterflies. You decide she’s the one, put a ring on her finger, and live happily ever after. The End.

And then you wake up to your cluttered home with a heap of unpaid bills, a princess in sweatpants that…

Haiku series with commentary

Nobody calls me
I think and start dialing;
Put yourself out there.

It’s hard to meet new
People these days, sitting home
Detached from the world.

To meet someone new
We must venture out, renew
Ourselves in the world.

Making friends is not easy, particularly the older you get, and…

A haiku

They’re never the same
He said as we stood watching
Another sunset.

There’s a spot by my house where on any given evening, cars stop to watch the sun setting over the city, over the lake; the sky turning shades of pink, purple, and orange. It never gets old.


A poem about my grandmother, GiaB writing prompt #2–5 — the elderly

Loved me
I knew it
More than the rest
I was her first one
Who made her a grandma
We’ll bring you a girl, they said
And they placed me in her arms, there
I stay to this day, though she’s long gone
Her unconditional love’s still with me.

Galit Birk, PhD

Psychology, human potential, parent coaching, possibility, vulnerability, authenticity, connection, being known, giving my words wings! Perfectly imperfect.

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