I picked up a challah from Harbord Bakery today and it’s still warm. I got a brisket in the oven. And Adam picked up some grape juice so Ethan and I can do the blessing over the wine tonight. So far so good...all the boxes checked. Oh. And one more thing: Next week, Ethan starts Catholic school. No matter how many boxes I tick off in the Balabusta/Yenta Playbook, I know that this decision will disappoint a lot of people in my life. And while nothing is more . . .
It's amazing how life will run it's ordinary course and in the blink of an eye, one event can change everything. As I sit in my parents backyard, my childhood home in Thornhill, I wonder: How did this happen? Covid happened. The last few months have not been easy for my family. My mom is still in the hospital after having a fall at home. And 2 weeks ago, my dad was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed with Pericarditis (a virus that causes inflammation to sac surrounding . . .
Our Week in Kingston
Over the last few months, I have been really craving family time. Last week, the three of us packed up the car and escaped Toronto to visit Adam's family in Kingston. I didn't realize just how much I was missing this in my life. I haven't seen my own parents in over 6 months (and counting). And even though our government says we are allowed to build a circle of up to 10 people, the decision to do so, comes with a lot of risks. Not only are my parents seniors, but . . .
Happy Friday everyone! I am very happy to be back and sharing some of the things I'm loving right now. This week, I am all about my new Unicorn-inspired Tye-Dye Hoodie from "Colours For Covid". Colours for Covid is a local charitable project that was started by my friend, Logan Lass! I got to speak with Logan about this amazing initiative and I hope you enjoy learning about how she is giving back to her community during the Covid-19 crisis. Meet Logan Lass, Founder of . . .
12 Self Care Activities
Welcome back to my blog! It has been exactly 6 months since my last post, an open letter to myself, expressing my hopes, dreams and goals for the year. At the time, this seemed like a good idea. Well, six months have passed and it is safe to say, so far, 2020 has been completely facocta (a fancy Yiddish word for shit-storm). Between a global pandemic, tragic deaths in the hundreds of thousands, and racial injustice, let me be completely honest with you when I say it has been . . .