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…

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…

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…

It’s the two-year anniversary of my commitment to be known — Happy Anniversary to us, to the collective that is Being Known; the small yet fiercely determined community that has dedicated itself to showing up to Medium, and to our lives, real and raw — exposed! Today we celebrate not just two years to the publication, our connections, and our friendships…

Haiku — I don’t want to fall But rather confidently Consciously walk in. Too often we “fall in love,” and then wonder why our relationships end once the butterflies have gone and the rose-colored glasses have been lifted. Love is not the fairytale we were groomed to believe it is after all…

A labored haiku series — Covid has struck me After years of escape, it Got its hold of me. Winded, exhausted It’s sucking the life right out Forcing me to halt. No fever, light cough It ebbs and flows through the day Unpredictable. I’m better, then not My mind a foggy blur, gone Is my wit, sharpness…

And I blamed myself — Diego (not his real name), was handsome and charming: his smile made his whole face light up, and combined with his gentle and professional demeanor (Ok, and muscles too) — he certainly caught my eye. Maybe I was too friendly, or flirty maybe? Diego is a friend of a good…

Haiku / Writing Prompt — A house, a home, is There a difference, I ask Challenge my children. A home is where our Stuff is, where we are, they say House which houses us. A home is where we Live, where we make memories Where we rest, unfold. A home is where my Vase holds sunflowers…