May 24, 2012 | 9:29 am

Jewish Girl is Too Hot for Orthodox Boss

Posted by Ilana Angel

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Lauren Odes is a Jewish girl from Jersey.  She is a 29 year old blonde bombshell who looks like Anna Ferris.  More Playboy than Cosmopolitan, she is pretty.  We learned this week that after working less than a month for a lingerie manufacturer owned by Orthodox Jews, she was fired.

After being fired she did what any hot chick would do, she called Gloria Allred to represent her in a lawsuit for discrimination and wrongful termination.  It’s a shame she didn’t get a regular attorney instead of the fame-whore Allred, as her case became silly the moment she hired her.

I’m not a lawyer, but I am a follower of pop culture and Gloria Allred is an ambulance chasing hot mess.  She likes being famous, having her picture taken, the sound of her own voice, and manages to make serious cases silly just by associating herself with them.  I’m just not a fan.

Odes claims she was fired for being “too hot.”  She felt her Orthodox Jewish bosses were critical of her provocative attire and eventually let her go.  Interesting that she could not wear a tight black dress that completely covered her to work, but they sell crotchless panties to the masses.

Lauren worked for Native Intimates as a data entry clerk.  She was not in the store hawking panties, but rather in the office.  She is petite, with great boobs, and claims she was asked to tape them down in an attempt to make them less noticeable.  I’m sure her boobs were not the problem.

This is a nice looking girl whose looks demand stares.  From the boobs, makeup, and bleached blonde hair, you don’t look like this and expect to sit quietly in the corner unnoticed.  There is simply no way she interviewed for this job without them noticing what her body looked like.

Lauren released the following statement: “I do not feel an employer has the right to impose their religious beliefs on me when I’m working in a business that’s not a synagogue, but sells things with hearts on the female genitals and boy shorts for women that say hot in the buttocks area.”

Allred said that the constant attention and staring at Odes from her employers was “discriminatory, profoundly humiliating and unlawful.”  Really? I imagine this woman is stared at all the time and so it seems odd that she would take offense to it now and do it all so publicly.

The owners of Native Intimate have not responded to the allegations.  I figure some idiot thought it would be fun to hire a hot girl so he could stare at her all day and it backfired.  I’m guessing it was a man who hired her because women don’t like hot chicks hanging around.

I once worked for an Orthodox organization as an event planner and fundraiser.  I put on a gala and raised a huge sum of money.  I brought them celebrities and new donors, but after the event I was fired for wearing a pantsuit to the event as it was offensive to the Orthodox men.

I made a stink and they settled to keep me quiet.  They knew I was not Orthodox when they hired me, and I actually wore pants to my interview. They fired me because I did not follow the same religious beliefs as them and so I can believe that Lauren was fired because she was sexy.

She showed the outfits she wore and they were fine.  The men dug looking at her, they were turned on, could not focus, their wives were pissed off, and she was canned.  She should never have been hired let alone fired.  They should fire whoever it was that hired her.

Stories like this annoy me because it paints Orthodox Jews in a bad light. They live a very old life, in modern times, and I’m sure it’s hard, but the hypocrisy is massive. They should admit they made a mistake, give her severance, sell kippot instead of panties, and call it a day.

In the end who cares?  She was offensive to them, they fired her, and that is their right.  Equally as offensive is a Jewish girl hiring Allred and publicly humiliating the owners, and putting the keepers of the traditions of her faith on display in a bad light.  In the end it is sad.

I searched Native Intimates online and ended up ordering a little something so it’s not all bad.  Their name is out there, business will boom, Lauren will pose for Playboy, and the delicate balance of panties and prayers will continue.  I guess boobs are bad when you’re trying to keep the faith.

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May 22, 2012 | 6:16 am

Zuckerberg Ties the Knot but Money Trumps Marriage

Posted by Ilana Angel

Mark Zuckerberg got married.  Mazel Tov.  He is a Jew, she is a Gentile, and so another one bites the dust.  Priscilla Chan is a nice young doctor so that’s a sweet Jewish touch, but we really know nothing about this couple or how their wedding went down.  What we do know for sure is they have been together for nearly a decade, and people are obsessed with their money.

I have read countless articles wondering about a pre-nup agreement between them, but none that ask what kind of cake they had, if they signed a Katuba, or if he changed into a hoodie for the reception.  Zuckerberg is a billionaire, which is lovely, but he is also a young guy, who after almost 10 years married his girlfriend, who happen to be a Harvard educated pediatrician.

From what I can see, she is not a flashy gold digger.  She is a sweet girl, who appears to have been focused on accomplishing something in her life, rather than spending the money of her freakishly brilliant boyfriend.  I’m not a lawyer, and frankly even if I was, I would not be writing articles questioning what their pre-nup looks like should they have one.

While I have no real interest in whether they signed one or not, my romantic heart thinks they did not.  They fell in love as kids with nothing.  She has been with him through his Facebook career and loved him when he had both twenty bucks and twenty billion.  I do not think they entered into this union, after so long, worrying about how to divide the money.

She looks lovely in her wedding photo, but also seemed annoyed that they needed to release a picture at all.  These are private and unpretentious people who lead private and unpretentious lives, who happen to also be very young, very accomplished, and worth a lot of money.  We can speculate all we want about a pre-nup, but can’t we also just be happy for them?

I wish the lovely doctor and her new husband all the best.  Marriage is hard. Even after being together for a decade, marriage is still hard.  I hope they are able to continue to conduct their lives in relative privacy, have a couple of babies, and live happily ever after.  We don’t know anything about them as real people, but I imagine I would like this couple very much.

I’m more curious about what they danced to than how many shares she got. I’m more interested in whether they stomped on a glass and did the Hora, than how many lawyers have an opinion on their finances.  I am more interested in why Mark forced me to put a timeline on my Facebook page when it was perfectly fine without one. 

In the end these kids will spend the rest of their lives fighting for privacy and I hope they get it.  They have taken the plunge and let’s be clear, their struggles will be the same as all of us.  They will have the money stresses of any other newlywed couple, just from a different angle.  In the end who cares?  Be happy, love each other, lose the timeline, and keep the faith.

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May 20, 2012 | 8:43 pm

Could Mother Nature Be a Man?

Posted by Ilana Angel

One would think a woman must have compassion for another woman. Who better to understand cramps and childbirth than a woman?  Even if she’s never had a baby, a woman can imagine the pain in a real way. How is it possible that women are burdened with such pain and misery when a woman, Mother Nature, was in charge of assigning the pain and misery? What the hell was this chick thinking?

There is no real Mother Nature of course, and she is simply a figure of speech, but I’m about done with all the crap that comes with being a woman and so in the interest of this blog, and my needing to vent, we are going to blame her for all of it.  I normally like to blame the Kardashians for all that is wrong in the world, but since they are women they are getting a pass and we will blame Mother Nature instead.

I am forty-six years old and currently have my period. Too much information?  Whatever.  I also happen to have a rather large amount, four to be exact, of pimples on my face which I can assume are due to my period. I have cramps, my boobs hurt, I am bloated, cranky, and constantly on the verge of tears.  Ice cream is a food group and I want to punch the makers of tampon commercials in the face.

Not only am I going to have my period for over 40 years, but when it is over I am going to suffer through menopause as a way to celebrate it finally being done.  I get to squeeze a baby out my vajewjew, provide my miracle with food from my body, then have my boobs relocate to just above my knees. It just seems really unfair to me that women have it so hard and men have it so easy.  Is Mother Nature really a woman?

Is it not possible that it’s really Father Nature?  The things a woman has to go through in comparison to a man makes me question this woman.  The only thing that makes sense is that she made these decisions while she had her period, and was therefore a little crazy.  God gave her a period then told her to assign it to a sex, she was hormonal and decided to curse us all in a moment of rage and could not take it back.

Now this new theory of mine explains the period, but what about menopause, saggy boobs, turkey chins, wrinkles, and our eggs being poached after 35?  Men can have babies until they have one foot in the grave yet women, the ones who actually have babies, have a very short window in terms of getting pregnant.  Men get better with age and women simply get old. Believe me people, Mother Nature was a dude!

It’s the only thing that makes sense really.  Women have to constantly shave hair off their bodies, yet men don’t.  Women have to pluck their eyebrows and wax their upper lips, yet men are hairy apes.  Women have to wear painful shoes in order to look sexy, yet men can wear sneakers with a tuxedo. There is no equality in terms of the pain and suffering of a woman in comparison to a man and it is pissing me off.

I would welcome being a man for one week.  I would walk around playing with myself, burp, fart, never shave, and probably travel to Northern Canada just so I could write my name in the snow with my pee.  I would keep all my clothes on the floor, never put down the toilet seat, and never ask for directions.  I would date women out of my league because I would be a single, Jewish man in my 40’s, which is the Holy Grail.

I simply don’t think men have a clue about how lucky they have it.  They are clearly the weaker sex in terms of pain thresholds, and I wonder if they can understand how easy they have it.  Men should be buying women all kinds of things. “Sorry about your period” diamonds. “Thanks for the baby” cars. This should be happening from men to random women on the street, not just the ones they know.  I want sympathy gifts!

I am hormonal today and so my outburst is not surprising.  That I am giving the Kardashian family a pass is!  I am proud to be a woman, and honored to have given birth to a remarkable human being.  My son will never know how hard being a woman is, but he will have a wife one day and so I will prepare him.  He will know the truth, approach with caution, and keep the faith.

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May 17, 2012 | 8:29 am

Pacquiao vs. Mayweather vs. Gay Marriage

Posted by Ilana Angel

Like millions of people around the world, I have been waiting for the day that Manny and Floyd will get in the ring and have at it.  Proving for once and for all who the better fighter is, but I don’t imagine it will ever happen.  Why fight in the ring and risk humiliation when they can continue to fight outside the ring?  Their not fighting is both pathetic and funny.

The tension between the boys heated up when Pacquiao gave an interview to the National Conservative Examiner where he said he did not believe in gay marriage.  He was misquoted as saying he thought gays should be put to death, which is based on a biblical passage from Leviticus.  The reporter has since said Manny never actually quoted the bible.

If Manny never said it, I’m not sure why the reporter implied he did, but whatever.  Manny wants everyone to know he has a gay relative who can’t help it if he was born that way.  Manny is a religious guy and I’m not attacking him for his opinion, I do think however he never should have shared it.  Does it matter what he thinks about gay marriage?

I love Manny Pacquiao.  He is a brilliant fighter, a hero to many, and a man who has made a difference for many people in the Philippines.  It’s a shame that he felt the need to share this particular opinion and is now forced to defend himself.  For me personally, I support same sex marriage and the rose colored glasses that I view Manny with are now a little foggy.

When it comes to boxing I prefer Manny to Floyd.  I am not a fan of Mayweather as a boxer and am firmly on Team Pacquiao.  That said, when Manny was banned from The Grove shopping center in LA for his view on gay marriage, Floyd tweeted that he was in support of gay marriage and as an American citizen believes people should do what they want.

No matter what I think about Floyd as a boxer, and even though his opinion, whether true or not, was probably shared in an attempt to hurt Manny, I love him for saying it.  I’m not one that puts a lot of meaning into the opinions of celebrities but it’s a shame these two are again fighting outside of the ring because it makes them look silly.

I don’t believe anyone should have to defend their religious beliefs.  I may not agree with Manny, but I do not sit in judgment of his faith.  I may agree with Floyd on this subject, but I do sit in judgment of his timing in sharing his opinion.  I will even go farther and say that once again Floyd has come out looking like a dirty fighter and Manny is being attacked.

I wonder if there will ever be a time when these two are talked about in the same article in terms of boxing.  Manny does not believe in same sex marriage.  I disagree with him but he is still the greatest boxer in the world. Floyd believes everyone should have the right to be married, and I agree with him, but he is still afraid to get in the ring with Manny.

If you take the boxing out of it, and take the sensitive subject of gay marriage out of it also, these two men are behaving like children.  They dance around each other, throwing verbal jabs, and making the focus of their relationship about everything but boxing.  While it’s somewhat entertaining, it will eventually just get old and boring.

Many and Floyd will also get old and boring.  They need to put aside all the garbage and get back to what is important here.  They are boxers.  Two of the best in the world, and they owe us.  We have watched them, bought into them, and our interest has helped to make them rich.  They need to respect us as fans, stop talking, and get in the ring with each other.

I am willing to bet that a fight between Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather will never happen.  It will be one of those epic battles that we all wish for, but never see.  It’s a shame because we would respect them more for fighting and losing than never fighting at all.  As for gay marriage, I am for it as much as I am for the fight, so I am keeping the faith.

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May 16, 2012 | 7:45 am

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is a Must See

Posted by Ilana Angel

I am not a film critic.  I am however a film lover and see quite a few movies.  I love escaping for a couple of hours into another world and getting wrapped up in a story.  I can think of a few good movies I’ve seen recently, but none that I felt the need to write about here, until now.  The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is perfection.

I really loved this movie.  Really, really, really, loved it. It is about a group of English people who, for various reasons, decide to move to India to live in the Marigold Hotel, which is not what they expected.  I saw it on Mother’s Day with my son and the Englishman.  We were the youngest people in the audience, and we’re old.

This is a movie that features mostly mature characters, but it is not a movie only for old people.  It is about love, loss, hope, and new beginnings. It will make you laugh out loud, and sob like a baby.  It will make you either want to move to India, or take it off your bucket list.  It will inspire you to live your life, not watch it pass by.

The cast is divine and each performance is award worthy.  The main characters are played by Judy Dench, Tom Wilkinson, Bill Nighy, Penelope Wilton, Maggie Smith, Ronald Pickup, Celia Imrie, and Dev Patel.  I fell in love with each one of them and left feeling like I knew them and had been with them in India.  I left feeling grateful for my life, but wanting it to be more.

I highly recommend this movie and think I may go see it again because it was so good I want to make sure I didn’t miss anything.  I forgot I was watching actors.  They became real people and I was quickly invested in all of them. I don’t imagine I will ever move to India, but I am certain I will live my live out loud.  I want to embrace getting older.

It is scary to get old.  We must worry about our health, how we will manage financially, and what kind of relationship we will have with our adult children.  This wonderful movie inspires me to live the second half of my life with no fear, an open mind, a close relationship with my son, the Englishman by my side, and time spent keeping the faith.

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May 13, 2012 | 6:58 am

My Mother, My Son, Myself – Happy Mother’s Day

Posted by Ilana Angel

I am sad to be away from my mother on Mother’s Day.  I’ve been thinking back and I don’t believe I have been with my mom on Mother’s Day for 20 years, which seems so wrong.  We talk of course, but it’s not the same thing.  Ever since I became a mother myself, we have had three conversations every Mother’s Day.

I will call her to tell her I love her.  When we have chatted about anything and everything, we hang up and she immediately calls me to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day.  We manage to find new things to talk about, which is always lovely.  It is important to her that we both call, which I love, so she always calls right back.

At the end of the day we chat again about our day.  These three calls make me happy, but as I sit home on this Mother’s Day, I regret I did not fly home to surprise my Mom.  I love her very much and one of the true blessings of my being a mother, is that I understand how she loves me by how much I love my own child.

My son loves me in a way that I can really feel.  We are very close and I am fortunate that he is my friend in addition to my child.  Yesterday he was involved in a bad car accident and so this morning I woke up feeling grateful for Mother’s Day.  I sat and watched my son sleeping and was overcome with emotion.

He was going to meet some friends when he was involved in a hit and run. Someone sideswiped his car and took off.  My son was left alone, scared and nervous, because the person who hit him did not have the decency to stop and make sure he was okay.  I don’t understand how you can hit a car and not stop.

When I got to my son he was shaken up, crying, and hugged me as if he was a little boy.  I held onto him tightly and kicked into Super Mom.  We called the police and the insurance company to file reports, and I poked and prodded until I was certain he was physically okay. Three hours after the accident, we were back home.

He went to take a shower as I stood in my kitchen and cried.  This young man is the reason my heart beats and the accident was scary.  I was strong and supportive, but the second he was in the shower I broke down.  I cried tears of relief he was ok, and tears of fear that I will worry about him for the rest of my life.

I am a good mother.  By good of course I mean brilliant.  I was raised by a wonderful mother and am blessed to be able to give my child the love and lessons my mother gave me.  There is a thread that connects my mother, my son, and myself.  It is strong and allows us to see, feel, and understand the love we share.

I am about to have my first call of the day with my mom and I am excited. Soon my son will wake up and I am going to try really hard to not burst into tears when he comes to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day.  When my son calls my mother to thank her for being such a great mom, I will see the thread and be grateful.

Happy Mother’s Day.  My hope is that all of us are able to see the thread that connects us, and marvel at its strength.  Not only at how it ties together our own families, but also how it binds us to each other.  We are mothers and that makes us all the same, regardless of race, religion or location.  We are the same.

If you are with your mom, lost your mom, are a first time mom, or a seasoned professional, enjoy your day.  If you are a step-mom, a mother-in-law, or the mother to your pets, it’s your day too.  Celebrate the blessings in your life. I see the thread, I am honored to share it, and I am fiercely protective of it and all it means.

To the mother of my Englishman, you did a wonderful job and I am grateful for you today.  To my sisters and sister-in-law, you are my heroes and I love you.  To the step-mother of my son, you have loved my child as if he were your own and while I have struggled with that, I have always been thankful.

To my mother, I love you.  To my son, I love you.  To all mothers, I am sending you prayers for health and happiness.  To the person who felt it was okay to endanger the life of my child, and was too much of a coward to make sure he was okay, I am one pissed off mother and karma is a bitch, so you better be keeping the faith.

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May 6, 2012 | 2:20 pm

Three Jewish Mothers

Posted by Ilana Angel

In speaking with both my mother, and the mother of my Englishman this weekend, I was struck by how similar these women are.  Not only to each other, but to me.  The three of us are all Jewish mothers, living in three different countries, but all with the same hopes and dreams for our children, no matter how old our children are.  It was a revelation that made me happy, but also sad.  I realized how much my mother misses me, and know that the day will come when I will miss my son in the same way.

I have spoken to my mother every single day for the entire 20 years I have lived in Los Angeles.  I suppose I must have missed a day here or there, but some days we talk 4 or 5 times so it all balances out in the end.  Knowing that I talk to her daily, she still ends every single conversation with the same question, “Will I talk to you tomorrow?”  I have long thought it was charming that she says it.  It comes from the place in her heart that misses me and will always see me as her baby.  It’s sweet but melancholy.

This weekend my Englishman was talking to his mother in London.  He has lived in Los Angeles for 31 years, and they speak every day.  She ended their conversation today by asking him, “Will I talk to you tomorrow?”  It was the sweetest thing and I found myself loving his mother and understanding her in the same way I understand my mom.  We are all the same.  We love our kids and feel the sadness that comes with them going off to live their own lives away from us.

I cannot bear to think about the day my son will go away to college and I will not see him everyday.  I can hope and pray I will talk to him daily, but the truth is I will probably not talk to him every day and I must prepare for that.  I won’t take is personally.  By won’t of course I mean I will totally take it personally, throw some major Jewish guilt at him, and cry myself to sleep wondering why he does not love me enough to call.  It’s silly I know, but I am a Jewish mother and there is nothing I can do about it.

My mother has spoken to the Englishman and she is happy for me.  She thinks he is lovely and appreciated how he spoke of me to her.  He has lived here for over 3 decades, yet my mother is now convinced we will fall in love, get married, and move to London.  She has been waiting for me to move back to Canada for 20 years, and now worries my move out of LA will be to England, not Canada.  When a child leaves the nest a mother begins her prayers for them to not only not go far, but come back one day.

When I spoke with the Englishman’s mother, she told me I make her son happy, and it makes her happy to hear him speak of me.  She said, “A Jewish mother never gives up Ilana.  You understand right?”  He is in his 50’s but her wishes and prayers for him are the same as every other mother.  She wants him to he happy, healthy, and loved by a good woman.  God willing someone who loves her too so she will bring him home to see her.  If the significant other of your child does not like you, it’s going to be hard.

We are Jewish mothers in both authentic and the stereotyped ways.  We use guilt as a way to torment our children, insist on feeding everyone, think our kids are perfect, worry about things that are out of our control, and believe chicken soup can cure anything.  We dream about being grandmothers from the day we give birth, and worry about who our kids will love.  We pray they won’t move away, cry when they do, then pray they will move home when we know they never will.  We are Jewish mothers.

I love my mother.  I love my son.  I love my Englishman, and I love his mother.  I look forward to a day when we can all be in a room together.  It will be a happy day, but also hilarious.  I will be worried about my kid leaving, my mother will be worried about whether I am moving to England, and the Englishman’s mother will be worried about my making it impossible for him to ever move to England.  Three Jewish mothers in one room, worrying about our kids in the same way, will be comedy gold.

My mother will read this blog and cry.  She will tell me she loves me and suggest I move to Canada with the Englishman.  The Englishman’s mother will read the blog and cry.  She will then tell him we should move to London to be closer to her.  My son will read it and tell me he will never move far from me, knowing that it is a lie just so I will not start crying.  Being a mother is an honor.  Being a Jewish mother is a privilege.  Dating someone who loves my mother, and whose mother I love, is a blessing.

Being a mother is a lifetime job.  You don’t stop being a mother when your kids grow up and go off to start their own lives.  I think it becomes harder because they leave us with the memories of when they needed us and relied on us for everything.  We work hard to raise decent human beings and are proud when they go, but wish they would need us for a little longer. I love the two women who raised my Englishman and me.  Will my son’s girlfriend feel the same love for me?  I am keeping the faith.

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May 3, 2012 | 8:16 am

An Encounter with God

Posted by Ilana Angel

I believe in God and find myself talking to him most days.  I pray every morning when I get up, and again before I go to bed.  I have faith that he is with me, and while I don’t think he can answer my prayers, he brings me peace.  Having him listen provides me with the answers I need.  Faith is personal, religion is personal, God is personal, and this blog is personal.

I have written about faith, Judaism, prayer, temple, Rabbis, and my own journey for spiritual enlightenment.  I have been on a path for a long time, and am always waiting for something to happen to tell me that my unwavering faith and belief in God is not a waste of time.  It sounds like I worship in order to get something in return, but that is not the case.

I have experienced moments of unbearable darkness in my life, and I have gotten through them by leaning on God.  I have experienced moments of unbelievable joy in my life, and thanked God for allowing them to happen, as if it was him who gave them to me.  I have also questioned and blamed him for things that have happened which I could not understand.

In the end God matters to me.  I am blessed, and being able to lean on him is one of those blessings.  I share my life with him, he listens, and I take what I want from the silence that comes through prayer.  I don’t ask him for anything, just let him know what I’m thinking.  I work hard to not be disappointed because I control the turns my life takes, not God.

Yesterday I believe my son had an encounter with God.  It is his story to tell so I won’t go into details, but I will say that he came into contact with someone that I believe was holy.  It was a brief encounter, but words were spoken and it mattered.  An exchange that lasted seconds was powerful, and in the words of my child, “life altering”.  It was magic.

It’s all up for interpretation of course, and it could be that my son needed something and so he felt what he needed to feel, but I think it was an angel, a gift, a blessing, a message, and a sign God is listening.  It was a profound moment for my child and a lesson for me.  I have been waiting, and there it was.  God reached out to my child, which is simply divine.

I have been a little lost lately.  My son is growing up, I am in a new relationship, I desperately miss my family, I am dreaming about my beloved father, I am at a crossroads with my career, and I don’t sleep.  In the past couple of months I have been praying a lot and reading Torah.  My life is good, but I am searching for peace and comfort.

I have been trying to listen more than I talk, and think before I speak.  I am sad, but hopeful. I am grateful.  I feel tremendous gratitude for so many things in my life, and it took God reaching out to my son for me to get clarity on it all.  I love when I needed something from God, he brought it to me through my child, as my boy matters the most to me.

I feel inspired to do things today.  I am going to book tickets home to Canada to see my family.  I want to hug my mother for hours, have her make me all my favorite meals, and buy her pretty things.  I am going to hang out with my sisters, laugh with my brother, and spoil my nieces and nephews.  I am going to eat poutine, Aero bars, and ketchup potato chips.

I am going to try to not be so afraid of everything.  I want my son to spread his wings and then allow him to fly, knowing I have done a great job and he will be fine.  I am going to trust myself and enjoy what I am building with my boyfriend, instead of waiting to be disappointed.  I am going to believe that I am living my best life and don’t need to worry about everything.

I believe in God, and I believe my son came into contact with him, or someone sent on his behalf, to comfort him and restore my faith when I needed it.  It may be silly to some, and that is okay.  It’s personal to me and I understand that some will get it, some will question it, some will mock it, and some will be inspired by it.  Whatever the reaction, it’s okay.

I am sharing the experience because that is what I do here, and also because if there is someone out there who is sad and looking for a sign, use this one.  I believe this gift was given so I could share it because someone needs it as much as I do.  Know that it will be okay, you are blessed, and God is listening.  God bless you.  Be well, stay safe, and keep the faith.

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