Like a tree losing its leaves, a snake shaking off its skin, a caterpillar cocooned before its new life begins, I am preparing for a new phase and a Jewish new year.
My shedding has taken place completely inside my head.
I am not dropping leaves. You wouldn't know it from my skin and I haven't been spinning a cocoon.
There are no visible clues.
My mind, however has been working furiously to get to this point.
You see, I had been comfortably attached to my roles as wife of the Head of School and as serial caregiver to my husband and sons for many, many years…….
