Do Jewish women entrepreneurs need a different kind of support?
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
A layoff happens, and all I can think is, did I put my trust in the wrong person? Was I not watching the road? Who was in the driver's seat all this time?
Some days, I'm like, "Stop the world! I want to get off!" I'd rather power down my iPhone, jump on my bike, and ride as far as I can to the other side of the horizon.
To so many common expectations, I say: "I would prefer not to."
Spending the summer with my grandmother, who was beyond her time, made me reflect upon my own.
I am eight years old, lying in my parents bed. In another room, my parents are arguing. I drift away feeling this was all my fault. That somehow, I am responsible for the pain and rage around me. That somehow, I have to fix things. That somehow, I am only lovable if I am perfect. It's a heavy, heavy burden to bear. And now I am a mother of four, still bearing this weight.
