Play therapy. For Adults. While the image of a middle-aged woman playing with dolls may raise your eyebrows, some women say it changed their lives.
I walk the hallway of the health care agency I manage, stuffed monkey on my lapel. It’s a conversation piece that has nurses stop to talk. Meetings with doctors, checking off charts, answering queries keep me even-keeled. Until a staff whispers, “Chana, are you free?” She doesn’t have a HIPPA dilemma. She has a shidduch suggestion.
Something clamps in my chest and I shrug, paste on a smile I hope reaches my eyes.
It’s much too scary to remarry. My first husband yelled too much and did other stuff I can’t talk about without tearing up. “I have a good life,” I tell my staff member. “I’m not looking to remarry.”
After work, I trudge home, take my lone piece of chicken and some fries to an empty supper table. My youngest child recently got married and lives out of town. For the first time in a long time, the house is too big, the meals too small.
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