Today I am thankful for Jewish penicillin AKA matzo ball soup. When the doctor tells me it’s a virus, and says rest (and I can’t, or can’t as much as I’d like) – a hot bowl of soup always makes me feel better. It’s the best when my mama makes it, or when I have the time to, or if I can get the soup from Mo’s in Burbank, CA. There is something about the combination of stewed carrots, herbs, celery, onion, noodles, boiled chicken and a giant matzoh ball (or a few smaller ones) that heals like nothing else. And for that, I am grateful.
I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...View all of Joy's posts.