I was focused on the fact that I was not yet married and so eager not only to find my partner in life, but also to begin my journey of motherhood.
I determined to make some changes to achieve these dreams.
Last year on Yom Kippur, the rabbi at my synagogue offered a sermon that was themed “Recalculate Your Route.” It was a moving sermon, and to emphasize his point, he passed out carabiners with little compasses that said “Recalculate Route.” Very clever!
That fall, I was very pensive, thinking about my life at 36.
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Built like a lumpy balloon with arms so large she usually wears a sleeveless shirt, which I think is because her arms are so big they can't fit into long sleeve shirts, but gives us all a full view of cottage cheese stuff flesh bags that look like they're going to burst. She makes her small chat, sits down, looks at the menu, and takes a banana out of her handbag and puts it beside the cutlery already laid on the table.