“I love you, but I lust her.” I’m so glad he said it on the phone so he couldn’t see my face. I was stunned. I had finally decided, after five years of his attention, compliments and declaration of love, to step outside the friend zone and explore a relationship. …

During the pandemic, my friends cleaned out their garages of stuff they no longer needed. I chose to clean out bad memories of traumas I wish I never had. For years I’ve hid how my past enslaved me. I wanted to be free, but like Pharaoh, my heart was hardened…

As a matchmaker, I tell others, don’t date seriously until you’ve healed from your divorce. You can’t dive into one hole while you’re still climbing out of another. But I broke my own rules and broke someone else’s heart doing it. Out of the blue, an amazing Jewish guy in…

In my last column, I shared how my friend told me I’d become a Social Media Monster and my desire for external validation had gone too far. My first reaction was to defend myself, lick my wounds and delete Facebook off my phone. It wasn’t enough. I was still haunted…

Often, your oldest friends are the ones who tell you the truth you don’t want to hear. “Everything you do is for external validation.” With one statement, my friend erased the positive impact of my entire life. “Why?” …

Since my recent breakup, I know I’m not ready to date, but one biting text made me feel like I should avoid all men. Here’s what happened. Friday afternoon, a recently-separated friend of mine texted pictures of his Shabbat dinner in progress. I responded with glowing praise. …

Lately, I haven’t been the best version of myself. I used to be the one making waves. Now? I’m trying not to drown. I’m not kvetching. I’m not blaming the coronavirus. I’m not asking people to throw me a life preserver. …

Pretending to be strong will no longer serve me or G-d I need help. Tonight while watching TV on the couch with my 12 year old Hillel, I gasped when a character slit another’s throat, my body seized in terror and howled, “Turn it off dammit! Enough! I told you…

When the blood flowed, I knew it was over — Do you own a pair of shoes you love, but they don’t fit right? You bought them thinking, “I’ll break ‘em in.” Every time you wear them, you look fabulous, but at the end of the day, your blisters throb. You keep them though, hopeful ‘this’ time they won’t hurt. …