Jobs are not who we are. Our friends, families and partners are not who we are. Over the last ten years I have, unintentionally, tied my identity to do the jobs I had. My identity[…]
Author: Mich
Becoming Michelle, again
So I have just started a new job at a new company as some of you who follow me on certain social media shores might know. It’s all very exciting, meeting new people, learning new[…]
To the new dawn: living with unbridled hope
We haven’t been thinking about the birth of a new dawn for a while. In the last 18 months we haven’t really allowed ourselves thoughts of hope let alone thoughts about a new dawn or[…]
Lockdown observation: how do we extend grace in this period?
I’ve been thinking about grace a lot and the ways in which we give and receive grace. How we make sure that in our dealings with people every day we are extending more grace than[…]
Things we lost in the pandemic
How many times have you heard the phrase “we’re living through a pandemic” recently? And how many times have you been told to “be kind to yourself”? Indeed it is painfully true that we are[…]
My neshama: does one’s spirit diminish with every disappointment?
On a rainy night, after sleep had eluded me for the third night in a row, I picked up a book I have been putting off reading for a while and learned of the Hebrew[…]
20 things I know to be true for me in 2020
We have come to that time of the year when we must take stock of how the last 12 months has affected us, who we were in it and what we learned. This precious time[…]
The magic of a sleep vacation
When we think about vacation and rest we tend to think those two things go hand in hand. The assumption is that we are going on a holiday to take a break from our work,[…]
At what point does a black woman break?
So many things have been clashing around my head in the last couple of weeks. To turn a rather crude phrase these things have “touched me on my studio” for the lack of a better[…]
Lockdown Observations: how can a book do all that?
There is an aching, like a hole inside of you that burns at its edges. For those who obsessively read you understand this aching, this passionate longing. It’s not about a want, not even so[…]