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Flashback Friday! (Muscle Spazz)

posted by BatSheva Vaknin 10:44 AM
Friday, February 17, 2012

Every Friday, I post an oldie but a goodie blog for your enjoyment. To those of you who just started reading The Grownup Girl recently, enjoy the “new” blog! To those of you who have been with me from the start, but have memories like mine, enjoy the “new” blog!

And to those who were with me from the start and who already read this blog and burned it into your memory, word for word, photogenically, I say:

What are you doing wasting your time dilly-dallying on my website? Get out there and find me a book deal!

If you hate to read, just click on the audio link, below.

BatSheva (BatSheva Vaknin) – Muscle Spazz – the BLOG

We don’t appreciate what we’ve got until it’s gone.

NO, I’m not talking about breaking up with people or losing grandparents.

I’m talking about full usage of our body.

Colds, flu’s – don’t get me wrong, they suck, especially the ones that make your body ache so much you are sure you are actually dying.

But the upside of colds & flu’s are that– barring death – you know what it is and you know it will run its course.

Not so clear cut is the debilitating yet mysterious leg muscle spasm. Tonight, I was wrenched out of a fitful sleep by the most painful shin and calf spasm of my life.

I’m no stranger to muscle spasms, or “Charlie Horses”, as they are affectionately called by people who obviously do not have the same low pain threshold I do & can therefore joke about these nightmares of muscular terror. But ½ way through my 2nd pregnancy (I generally would get Charlie Horses about every other night when I’m pregnant), I realized that when my calf muscle would cramp unexpectedly into a tiny little bouncing ball of pain, if I shot out of bed and stomped on the corresponding foot, it would disappear as quickly as it came, and no one was the worse for it except my husband who by that point would have awaken, scared out of his wits that I was under attack from a lead-footed burglar.

None of this prepared me for what I had tonight (twice, so far). It was the double shin and calf spasm, each a foil to the other, so that if I stretched my calf my shin muscle, crafty sliver of a muscle that it is, would spasm & contract painfully, and if I stretched and massaged my shin, my calf would contract. Damn this devious duo! It’s 2:14am and I already was pushing the levels of my bedtime by succumbing to both House AND Gossip Girl instead of sleeping at a reasonable hour, and then dealing with my middle daughter’s pee-pee in the bed situation and then dealing with my baby daughter’s wake up in the night for no reason situation.

(Quick props to my DVR. O, those devastating old days of missing House just to put my first child back to sleep for the twentieth time… How did I survive?)

Then after sleeping for just a half hour, my son – the one child who can be trusted to sleep soundly through the night until one of his sisters wakes him at 6am – came into our room and asked to sleep in our bed. I knew his room still smelled like urine from his sister’s recent spill, so I caved & let him join us. Back to sleep… and a half hour later, up again with the incomprehensible Chinese torture spasms that were my shin & calf. Back to sleep again, and another 15 minutes or so later – up again with the same torture, only this time they refused to be tamed.

I limped over to the computer to research muscle spasm remedies (My kingdom for a banana!) and found myself writing this entry.

Ew, disgusting. Just to be sure the muscles stay calm, I took one website’s advice & drank the only electrolyte drink I had in the house – apple flavored Pedialyte. No WONDER my daughter wouldn’t touch that stuff with a ten foot pole of vomit, even after hurling everything else solid or liquid she had downed.

Na. Sty.

The coolest thing I just read was a short-term solution to cramping: pulling on your upper lip with thumb & forefinger. Huh?

Readers! Help! What else can a sister do in this situation? And don’t tell me send the boy back to his bed – I wouldn’t want to sleep in that pee pee cesspool either. And don’t tell me to clean up the pee pee – It’s almost three in the morning!

Miraculously, the muscles haven’t got into spasm since I sat down. Could writing really be a remedy to Charlie Horses?

In the meantime, I hope this is…



Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)
P.S. Editor’s Note: Haven’t had muscle spasms since this original blog! (Knocking on lotsssss of wood….)

Those crazy Upper East Siders. Making me stay up all night to catch up on their shenanigans!

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Enough is (never) Enough

posted by BatSheva Vaknin 8:56 AM
Tuesday, January 10, 2012

You know that thing, when your boss wants you to work until 11pm every night, and your husband thinks you’re not helping him enough with his business, and your kids hang on your legs as you attempt to move around the house and burst into tears every time you prepare to leave the house without them, and your spiritual teachers talk about how we must study more, more, MORE, if we are ever going to make any progress in our path, and how that extra 10 lbs just kind of clings to your middle because you don’t quite exercise enough or restrict your diet enough or sleep through the night enough to make it finally go AWAY?

You know that thing??

Turns out, I know that thing quite well.

Nothing like being an overachiever to make you feel like you can’t quite get anything right!

It shouldn’t come as a surprise… growing up, my role model was my mother. My mom – sometimes divorced & sometimes re-married throughout my childhood – managed to raise an average of 5 kids (step ones too) who collectively had around forty thousand after-school activities they were beholden to, while successfully navigating a career path that rocketed her from full-time motherdom to President & CEO of her own lobbyist firm.

Not too shabby.

These days, my role models include women I know through the Kabbalah Centre – spiritual versions of the “Do it all Mom.” Karen Berg, Monica Berg Michal Berg & Ruthie Rosenberg… to me, these women are giants. While their ages range from ‘younger than me’ to ‘old enough to be my grandmother,’ they all accomplish the miraculous on a daily basis – raising grounded, caring, motivated and bright children, caring for busy, accomplished husbands, taking time to care for themselves, spending time with friends and tending to their endless students around the globe, who seek their companionship and advice… oh yeah, and also working full time – and by “full time” I mean in jobs that never clock in or out. They are always accountable, always producing, and always stretching to do more, more, more…

Are you as tired as I am after reading that paragraph?

It’s exhausting sometimes, trying to do it all. I miss getting 8 hours of sleep a night. Heck, once upon a million years ago, I used to get TEN hours of sleep! (During college, it’s called “scheduling all your classes to take place in the afternoon.” After college, it’s called “unemployment.” It’s also called “not yet a parent.”)

On the other hand… it’s exhilarating. I LOVE being a mom to three amazing kids, I love my husband, I love to work at a job that is high-pressured and creative, I love to study Kabbalah and live Kabbalah, I love exercising and trying to improve my body, I love to go out, I love to be with friends, I love to try new things, and I love to write and perform.

I know, I know, I’ve exhausted you again, right!?!

So what’s new under the sun…


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)


My mom... the original role model. [You'd never know she's already fed 20 people, had 3 conference calls, made 2 business deals and planted a new garden, all right before this photo was snapped, right?

Flashback Friday! (Up All Night)

posted by BatSheva Vaknin 12:45 PM
Friday, December 9, 2011

Flashback Friday!

Every Friday, I will post an oldie but a goodie blog for your enjoyment. To those of you who just started reading The Grownup Girl recently, enjoy the “new” blog! To those of you who have been with me from the start, but have memories like mine, enjoy the “new” blog!

And to those who were with me from the start and who already read this blog and burned it into your memories, word for word, photogenically, I say:

What are you doing wasting your time dilly-dallying on my website? Get out there and find me a book deal!

If you hate to read, just click on the audio link, below.

BatSheva (BatSheva Vaknin) – Up All Night

Sister, sister, please let me hold him. I wanna make him stay up all night, here we go! All night long!

Can you name that song?

Boyfriend from camp around age 14 introduced me to that song. And now, it’s stuck in my head, on a loop.

Because I’m wired.

I doubt I’ll be up all night tonight – it’s only 11:13pm, so I’ll finish this blog, watch one TV show or so, do my before-bed routine, then sleep… and with luck (translation: no children waking me up all night), I’ll get a good 5 hours or so before it’s up time again.

I don’t like to go to sleep at night. I would rather watch TV, surf the computer, or write emails. Or blogs. Sometimes I’ll go to the gym late, though that means I need to shower when I get home, unwind (TV), which pushes bedtime even later. Or do errands – I mean I do have 3 kids after all, & a full time job. Who has the time during the day? Yes, I’m that weird girl who hits Trader Joe’s at 9:55 pm (5 minutes before closing) and then gets to Target by 10:20 to do a good half an hour of shopping there before closing.

The funny thing is, I love to take naps. If I’m tired, on a weekend day, my favorite thing in the world (short of sleeping in, in the morning, which I haven’t been able to do ONCE since I was preggers with my 7 yr old, so you do the math on that one), is to fall into a cozy, comfy, warm, enveloping sleep. Ahhhhh.

But at night? Hell to the no. Especially once everyone goes to sleep. It’s finally ME time. Veg time. Relax time. It’s not such a big deal, but usually I push the envelope throughout the week so much that once a week or so I crash when putting the kids to bed around 8 and sleep the whole night through. [Editor's note: or I get sick. Like I did last week. :( ]

At least I don’t actually have insomnia anymore – almost never, unless I take something caffeinated too close to bedtime. My whole childhood I suffered from terrible bouts of insomnia. I spent many nights from as early an age as I can remember (not that I remember much, see “Memory Loss” blog for details) awake to hear the first birds chirping, the first light rising, and finally, finally, the long-awaited awakening of whatever family member happened to get up first. Mom, usually.

By then, I’d be spent, exhausted, a pale ghost. I’d finally fall asleep and then wake up late, if I could. Then the cycle would start again.

By college, I was partying like crazy. (What was I doing? Use your imagination. Yes, that is what I was doing. Yes, that too. Yes. Seriously. Yup. Yes, at Yale, believe me, nerds know how to party, too.) I was partying like it was 1999, and that just made my insomnia go into an even higher octane gear (if there is such a thing??) and I would go sometimes days or even one week without really sleeping at all.

It only took me another seven years, give or take, before I got help, and helped myself, and broke that pattern.

But that’s another story.

You know what? All this writing is starting to make me sleepy.


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

My actual bloodshot, exhausted eye. Live from Los Angeles. Don't be a hater.

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Fun Things to Do While You’re Sick

posted by BatSheva Vaknin 12:25 PM
Monday, December 5, 2011

This past week I got a really bad cold, so naturally I felt like I was dying. For some reason, I’ve become a healthy purist in recent years, and I no longer take pain medication or over the counter cold remedies. I rely solely on homeopathy and my own immune system to bounce back from illness.

I’m not against western medicine – I’d take antibiotics or whatever was necessary if it was the only way I could get better – but I’ve learned over the past 7-8 years that I really don’t need as many meds as doctors (and my own hypochondriac mind) would lead me to believe. This system of not over-medicating has paid off – the fewer meds I take, the less sick I get. But once in a blue moon, I still get knocked down by a virus, and last week was such a moon.

In the absence of mind-altering and/or sleep-inducing meds, I had to come up with other ways to pass the couple of days I was out of commission. I came up with a few great ideas, which I thought I’d pass along to you in case you ever find yourself in a similar predicament.


1. Throw up! What better way to prove to your spouse, kids, and self that you are REALLY sick and not just faking it so you can have a day off from dealing with work and kids? Barfing. I did it, and it was awesome.

2. Never get out of bed, for over 24 hours! This one is especially fun when you’ve got three kids. Just look at Dad getting them all dressed for school! Fed and clothed! Bathed and brushed! Okay, maybe not brushed. And maybe not bathed… but they’re alive! Driven to Karate class on time! Hey honey, can you get me some tea while you’re at it? And more tissues? Love you!

3. Let go! Okay, so my son’s English homework didn’t get done for two days and I don’t think the kids brushed their teeth in two days and Esther’s diaper didn’t get changed before bed and the house still looks like a small tribe of Indians took over and then left suddenly when the winter downpour started, but it’ll all work out, somehow, right? Right?? RIGHT??

4. Stay in your pajamas for two days! Wear your husband’s favorite warm sweater, sweat profusely in it, then crank the heat some more, it’s freezing!

5. Test the limits of your hair! No hairbrush, no shampoo, no grooming. Never mind that my hair looked like a wind-swept collection of winter leaves. Think of it like a science experiment mixed with a preschool art experiment. In your hair.

6. Test the limits of your feeble illness-inflicted brain! Don’t venture outside for two days, and when you finally take the plunge, realize you have no idea where your purse is. Almost give up on your outing and then realize your purse is already on your shoulder. How did it get there? Magic.

My husband did an excellent job taking care of our 3 kids for two days while I languished in bed sick and watching half of season 7 of Grey’s Anatomy. (Leave me alone – I said I was sick, not blind.) Still, even with all my fun new activities, it’s good to be back among the living.


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

See! For just one day and one virus (and no hairbrush), you too can have this fantastic fashion-forward look.

(It’s not supposed to be a) Perfect Romance

posted by Sheva 12:33 PM
Tuesday, October 4, 2011

My friend told me that the guy she was dating – an older but “hip” multi-millionaire divorcé – told her he was greatly influenced by me & my husband’s relationship. Thanks in part to knowing us, he used to just want to bang every hot chick he met, but now he wants to dig deeper and try to connect with his soulmate.

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!

Yes I know I should be flattered, but…

It irks me when people call their spouse their soulmate (okay, and by “irks” I mean it makes me jealous… come on, how do they know??) but it really bugs me when people call my husband and I “soulmates.” First of all, I feel it’s just like one big jinx. But secondly, and honestly – come on, my soulmate? I mean, hey, maybe. We are compatible, mostly. We love each other, even when we can’t stand each other. And we continue to grow together and nurture our family together.




Does a guy scream at his soulmate when he’s in a bad mood just because she accidentally said something to piss him off? Or on the flip side, does a Grownup Girl nag her soulmate and complain just when he needs some quiet and sympathy?


But if so, it’s a pretty concealed soulmate relationship. Something I certainly don’t have the clarity to identify, nor does he.

The other night, we were supposed to have sex (I know, I know, don’t laugh, we have 3 kids, what do you want from me?? We need to plan these things!) – and I just found him fast asleep on the couch. (Don’t worry, I woke his ass up.) But it made me wonder… Does a soulmate pass out on a night he’s supposed to physically & spiritually intertwine with his other half?

You see where I’m going with this.

I had one friend who called her fiancé her “soulmate,” and we marveled at how her last name was the French equivalent to his last name. He was a spiritual teacher, she a spiritual seeker and a truly sharing person. Two years after the marriage, that relationship ended in bitter divorce.

I knew another couple, both really spiritual people, who were very in love. The girl regaled us one night with a tale of how they had met while doing dishes for their shared non-profit organization – “Just like Isaac met his soulmate Rivka by the well!”

Need I tell you how that relationship ended?

I think I’m safer assuming that regardless of who my True Soulmate really is, I’m in a strong relationship with a man I love. We have problems. He has problems. (Fine, I do too.) But we also have a family. And we have each other.

Just do me a favor, don’t go putting us on any pedestals. It’s hard enough to stay standing on solid ground.


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

I admit we look cute behind a martini glass.

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You Know You’re Stressed When…

posted by Sheva 12:36 PM
Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Awww… I just found this list I banged out a few months ago, and I thought I’d better share it with all of you, since you probably have no clue when you’re stressed (vs. when you’re just happy go lucky).

You are welcome.


  • You have a flash-fantasy of leaving home and running away to Paris
  • Your back spasms to the point of 4-Advil pain and three+ day immobility
  • Your back thigh muscle Charlie-horses on you
  • You dream of writing a “You Know You’re Stressed When” list and actually sneak to the computer to write it while your husband is putting the kids to bed & you are supposed to be doing the dishes
  • You are crazy tired
  • You think of all the things you need to get done and decide the most important thing is to watch Grey’s Anatomy episodes back to back (thanks to the wonders of Hulu)
  • You eat too much chocolate
  • You eat too much cake
  • You go out and buy chocolate or cake so you can eat it
  • You get in a giant ugly fight with your husband (his fault, natch, but why does he keep blaming me?)
  • You can’t take a deep breath
  • You’ve started to gain weight again
  • The thought that ‘the worst possible outcome is death,’ actually has a reassuring and calming effect
  • You start comparing yourself to other people, your husband/relationship to their husband/relationship, and your income/financial stability to theirs
  • You inadvertently sigh with relief when you find out someone you thought had a perfect husband/relationship/job/financial life is actually experiencing chaos in that area of life
  • The piles of papers and crap on your home office are rivaling the towers of papers and crap that still need to be sorted in your office-office
  • You are exhausted so you stay up until 1am or later watching too many Law & Orders.

As it turns out, I’m presently traveling through a healthier (physically & mentally) phase of life right now – yippee! – but that doesn’t mean I can’t remember those recent stressier days.

P.S. you probably won’t hear from me again until Monday because I’m going to NYC tomorrow – without my husband & kids, WHOO-HOO! Um, I mean, uh… sniff, wipe tear, whoo hoo

P.P.S. I told my husband that I don’t drink alcohol and I’m not even eating desserts right now so the main thing I’m looking forward to, going to the Big City on my own, free, no children to stop me, is…. SLEEPING.

Hey, a Grownup Girl’s gotta do what a Grownup Girl’s gotta do! (to get herself some beauty rest)


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

I don't know about you, but to me, this photo just SCREAMS New York City.

Read This!

posted by Sheva 2:16 PM
Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I have always loved to read.

certain types of books, that is…

I’m a fast reader, voracious, if I’m into the book. Well-written chic lit novels rank up there next to female comedienne memoirs (give me Bridget Jones’ Diary or Bedwetter any day, I will EAT THEM for lunch!). I love David Sedaris, and I LOVE those incredible, incredible, timeless novels like Anna Karenina, War and Peace, Crime and Punishment, Middlesex, Anywhere but Here, and the legendary Bastard out of Carolina.

Back in my theatre days I poured over plays – Chekhov, Stoppard, Williams, Shepard, Albee, Kushner, Durang, Mamet, Shakespeare… the list is endless and soooo many amazing amazing writers.

In high school I was obsessed with short story writers, Flannery O’Connor, O’Henry, and Carver being my all-time faves.

I have always loved and still enjoy uplifting memoirs and autobiographies – Autobiography of a Yogi and Many Lives, many Masters come to mind, as does Angela’s Ashes. Yes, duh, of course I loved Eat, Pray, Love. If you read it, so did you.

Admit it!

Kids books? Sometimes. Harry Potter, yes, Lemony Snicket not so much (hello, happy endings, people?!)…

Magazines? New Yorker, yeah, baby. The Week? Crack.

When I first started studying Kabbalah in 2001, I couldn’t get enough of the books – The Way was the first one I obsessed over; later came The 72 Names of God, Education of a Kabbalist, Secret Codes of the Universe, and God Wears Lipstick. But then I got into oversaturation mode and now, even though I have a brief blip of excitement whenever I see a new title (Writings of Rav Ashlag, wow!), I have not been able to bring myself to read an entire Kabbalah Centre book from start to finish in years.

Worse, though, are financial books. These are books, I might add, that are even more important for me to read than the Kabbalah books, because whereas I am still learning about spirituality from the weekly classes I take and lectures I hear, I learn nothing about financial wellness anywhere except in bite-size meaningless pieces spit out by the machine.

And I could use some help in that area.

But I just can’t seem to focus. I mean, I cannot finish a financial educational book even if you promise me a chocolate bar and a Hawaiian vacation upon its completion. (It’s a little embarrassing that I actually place chocolate BEFORE Hawaii as my potential incentive, but I gotta be me, right?)

My friend recommended one book specifically for people like me & my husband, who are reliant upon ‘freelance’ fees (me, as a writer, and him, as a general contractor – no salaries, no 401Ks, you know?) and I bought it immediately.

Reading it? Didn’t happen quite so fast. I did glance through it. And then….

!!!!! Sorry folks!!!!!!

Just THINKING about that book put me right to sleep.


Any suggestions?


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

That would SO be me... if I could just get through this *@#$!!#** book!!!


posted by Sheva 12:43 AM
Friday, July 29, 2011

No wonder that guy’s book “Go the F*** to Sleep You Little Demons” was an instant overnight hit. Anyone who is a parent probably immediately thought when they heard the title, “Why didn’t I write that first?” Because… I mean, talk about collective consciousness. Those little suckers are HARD to put to sleep!

What in the world is up with that, anyway? Sleep should be the most natural thing in the world. Our bodies need it, our souls need it. We get tired, we fall asleep, right? As adults, okay, we have insomnia, stress, whatever. But these kids, these babies… they aren’t stressed. They are just hard-wired not to go to sleep.

Then there’s what I call (& probably half the world calls) the “Sandman” effect: how, in an instant, a wave of sleepy energy can pass through a room and everyone (including the parent or babysitter) is hit hard by this energetic sand and falls instantly to sleep. [SIDE NOTE: Best way to avoid that is to stand in the corner of the room and glare at your children – try it, I promise, it will keep you awake. It will also keep you very cross at your children’s antics, until they do drop off, but that’s just an occupational hazard.]

So to What’s Your Name, the guy who wrote “Put Those Motherf-***ing Kids to Bed Already” or whatever it’s called… Kudos to you. I feel like giving you ten dollars out of my pocket just for coming up with that idea, let alone having the balls & perseverance (and connections?) to publish & market it.

I can’t wait to see the movie version starring AdamSandlerJimCarreyIceCubeTheRock. It’s sure to be a smash hit.


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

You said it, dude.

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Seasons of Love

posted by Sheva 12:27 AM
Wednesday, June 22, 2011

If you hate to read, just click on the audio link, below.

BatSheva (BatSheva Vaknin) – Seasons of LOVE – the BLOG

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes… How do you measure, Measure a year? – RENT (the musical)

You know the other night, I got to thinking… just exactly how many minutes of my life have I thus far spent in my children’s room, trying to get them to go to sleep? (I’m sure I don’t even need to say that this thought struck me as I was passing the ½ hour mark doing just that.)

To answer my question, I left my little one crying (the two bigger ones having mercifully fallen asleep already), and went to my desk. Took out the calculator, a pen, a stickie note (neon pink, if you must know – I KNOW they are overpriced, but who can put a price on things that make you that happy?), and got to work.

I reasoned that with 3 kids, the oldest turning seven this summer, I have probably spent ON AVERAGE about a half hour every night putting them to sleep. Yes, I know we have babysitters some nights, but then again, there are some nights they take hours to put to bed. So it evens out.

Here’s what I came up with:

30 (minutes) x 365 (days) x 7 (years – my oldest son & how long I’ve been doing this) = 76,650 minutes.

For those non-human calculators among you, that equals Fifty three days plus some change.


53 whole days!!!

Lord have mercy. I’m the kind of person who likes to maximize the use of my waking hours. I like to DO things, and to be of use. It could be argued that I’m happiest when I’m busiest (though I’ll hotly deny this if any of you leak this information to my husband – you know he’ll turn around & use it on me when it’s his turn to do dishes/put kids to bed).

Yes, it’s true, my husband does help – very often – to put our kids to bed. On average, I would guess he does it 2-3 times a week. Let’s be generous and say it’s 3 times a week. That still means I’ve spent the equivalent of ONE FULL MONTH putting kids to sleep.

Wait–! I didn’t even factor in the time it takes EACH DAY to get a baby down for his/her nap!

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes…


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

I know they look peaceful, but guaranteed it took her like 2 hrs to get that little sucker to sleep!

It’s a Blog, Dog!

posted by Sheva 1:40 AM
Tuesday, June 21, 2011

If you hate to read, just click on the audio link, below.

BatSheva (BatSheva Vaknin) – It’s a BLOG, DOG! – the BLOG

For my thousands of readers (ok, 20 or so… Hey – one day Google Analytics told me I had 87 readers! Who knew so many people cared about high heels?!), I know that these past few weeks without a new Grownupgirl blog must have been simply devastating for you. Dry, dry, dry. Like the desert, in the hottest month of August. Like America, during prohibition. Like your mouth, when you smoke pot (or so I hear).

I’m BACK!!!!

I stopped writing because I was slammed with life. Parents were in town, one at a time since they are divorced, although every year they visit with unplanned eerie synchronicity – usually within the same month; this year, within the same week. I had a 2 day retreat in San Diego for work. Got back, kids were sick, I was sick, there was a crazy Jewish/Kabbalah holiday (Shavuot – you have to stay up all night and not sleep a wink but it guarantees you immortality for at least 4 months. Yup, I drank the Kool Aid…)

But even with all that, AND my full time job, AND my kids/husband/house/gym/Kabbalah classes/Shabbat… why did I slack off so completely?

Turns out I love something just as much, if not more, than this blog…


Sexy, isn’t it? Wait – TV, too. I did find (some, scarce) time for both over the past few weeks. So what gives – I can sleep, I can crack up over John Stewart, but I can’t bang out a simple one page blog?

I’m so ashamed!

(Did I mention I’ve also started a 6am boot camp, 3 days a week, run by a military trainer?)

ANyhoo – believe it or not, writing does actually rank up there in my life with all those other “important” priorities. In that I’m happier when I’m writing, less happy when I’m not.

So thanks for giving me an outlet. Keep visiting, dear readers: I was on hiatus but I’m back.

Don’t give up on me!


Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)


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