Bonjour. Shalom. Howdy. Let me start with my neurologist. I walked into the office wearing a mitpachat, complaining about chronic migraines during pregnancy. She proceeded with a rant in blended Hebrew, Russian, and English about how terrible Mitpachot are and that I shouldn’t wear them if I have migraines and that there should be some kind of pikuach nefesh around Kisui rosh and religious fanaticism, etc. Also, since I was pregnant, there were almost ZERO options for treatme

Someone asked me about my Mamad status and Mental State for research purposes. I told her, no mamad, we go to the miklat across the street. Husband takes the big kids, I take the baby and a carrier when I have time. Correction: I always bring the baby, but the carrier is contingent on time. Mental State: Back and forth between Maniacal Laughter and What-is-going-on-Confusion. But, we don’t have time for despair, so that’s good. In general, I am not one for despair, but I can