The Gorgeous Weirdness of Easter
Easter is a weird holiday for me, as it no doubt is for many others. Growing up in Greater Boston with an aetheist Jewish father and a shiksa mother, the only people who thought I was Jewish were the gentiles. With the exception of my clan, the Jews of our town lived up on West Newton Hill–on the other side of the train tracks from my house. The right side, to fully extend the metaphor.
With my blond hair and messy small house I no more felt I belonged on the Hill than in my Irish-Italian neighborhood, known locally as the Lake. During bar mitzvah season and the high holidays I was left out; on CCD Tuesdays (the Catholic kids’ equivalent of Sunday School) I was equally left out. But the worst was Easter, when Jews were blatantly maligned by the local priests, some of whom were later outed as pedophiles in the Boston Globe’s Spotlight investigation.
The Big-Bunny Love of Libra Full Moon
Here in New York, today was quiet and rainy, cozy rather than glamorous. Hardly what you’d expect of a full moon– a supermoon, no less. But that’s the vibe of this Libra moon, which focuses on intimacy and communication of the heart.
Conjuncting the sun in Aries and wounded healer Chiron and occurring near the Venus Star Point, 2021’s best day for romance and financial affairs, this lunar moment is so powerful it doesn’t require fireworks to announce its arrival. Instead, it subsumes us, gently but firmly revealing misalignments in our relationships and exposing gaslighting everywhere. This worm moon, as it is also known, makes love by any means necessary.
My Saucepan, My Solace
The only regret I have about never getting married is I never got the wedding registry.
For a Capricorn I’m not much of a materialist, but the easiest way to my heart is great homeware. I have a suitor who buys me expensive kitchen appliances whenever he wants to get back in my pants. I won’t say whether it works, but mostly I’m limited to this writer’s income when it comes to cooking equipment. The bulk of my dishes are unmatched, chipped thrift store finds because I can’t bear the unseemliness of low-end, mass-produced sets. Continue Reading →