Gayle Saks lives in the Boston area and has written about everything from her mother’s double-suicide, online dating, a failed colonoscopy, to her work with inmates and substance abusers, with deep honesty, candor and humor. She will also always be remembered for her appearance on HuffPost Live as "The Woman Who Had a Hot Flash at the Jay-Z Concert." She blogs here.
This article is part of the Here. Now essay series, which seeks to de-stigmatize mental health treatment, and improve accessibility to treatment and support for teens and parents in metropolitan…New York. When Corey Monteith, the 31-year-old lead actor from the popular show “Glee,” overdosed and died in 2013, my then 11-year-old daughter started to tell me the theories that her peers were sharing with each other around middle school. She said that they were all saying that he had committed suicide because of problems… >> Read More
This article is part of our essay series, “Why Be Jewish?,” based off of “Why Be Jewish?”—a new book by the late Edgar M. Bronfman. Read the rest in the series here.
In my role as a…counselor, I have had to sit across from men with swastikas tattooed on their necks and hands. In one case, I had a man tell me, with the iciest look I’ve ever seen, that he had just taken a book out of the library about how the death camps were created. He knew I was… >> Read More
“Mom, I have to tell you something. I don’t think I want to go back to camp this summer.”
A shockwave rippled through my system. I may have even gasped in horror. This could have been worse…than her telling me she was pregnant at the age of 14. Like so many Jews, I was, and always will be, rabid about my camp experience, all 15 summers of them. My father was a camper and went on to be a counselor in the 1940s. My brothers and my sister went. At the… >> Read More
My mother spent so much time in bed that there was a perfect indentation of her body on the mattress. Picture a chalk body image of a victim at a crime scene stuck in one position for all eternity.…Now picture this in a completely darkened room, blackout shades drawn but not quite dark enough for her liking as she still found a sleep mask necessary to aid and abet the total darkness. My mother’s profound manic depression was textbook. The ups and downs were rather dizzying for me to handle as a teenager,… >> Read More
When I was in high school and college, I chose to read and see anything having to do with the Holocaust. Being the daughter of a survivor, it seemed the logical thing to do.
The very last book I…picked up on the subject was at least 10 years ago, “The Painted Bird” by the late Jerzy Kosinski. It wasn’t even a Holocaust passage that made me stop reading, but at some point I slammed the book shut and that was that. My saturation, my immersion in the subject overall, had reached its threshold. Also a… >> Read More