Dad, You’ll Be Missed

(1/3) “I was hoping that the hospital had the wrong patient.  “Nurse, I just want to verify – you’re talking about my father, Paul Singer?” I asked. “Yes, yes. Paul Singer. I’m very sorry. He passed last night.” Born on Pesach, died on Pesach.  Not coincidentally, his Hebrew name was Pesach. My father was buried…

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“Overweight” and Loving Myself

I have been overweight my whole life. For as long as I remember, I’ve been “the fat girl.” It’s so firmly a part of my identity that I can’t even imagine life as “a skinny person.” My first memories of being aware of my body are from early childhood, age 6 or 7. I still…

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