Noemi Ergas BittermaninHello, LoveBeing a Boy MomWhen your boys fly the coop it hurts like hell.Jun 28, 2022Jun 28, 2022
Noemi Ergas BittermaninThe MemoiristStarting Over…Every SundayLiving each day and growing with every mistake and stumbleApr 14, 20221Apr 14, 20221
Noemi Ergas BittermaninQuickTalkWrite, Write, WriteMy daily calendar reminder that doesn’t get doneApr 3, 20223Apr 3, 20223
Noemi Ergas BittermaninPromptly WrittenMorning Angst My Daily Wakeup CallI wake up feeling angst, dread and with a mind full of questions…Where am I going, what am I doing, what do I want to do, what next …Jan 29, 2022Jan 29, 2022
Noemi Ergas BittermaninThe MemoiristNYC Subways — love it or ?NYC subways — love it, hate it, leave it or mourn it ?Jan 16, 20222Jan 16, 20222
Noemi Ergas BittermaninHello, LoveI am exhausted by strength — the life of a single MomI dream of never being called resilient again in my life. I am exhausted by strength. I want support. I want softness. I want ease. I want…Nov 21, 20216Nov 21, 20216
Noemi Ergas BittermaninPromptly WrittenFeelings of BooksThe title of this story was inspired by a charming little book I saw yesterday at a dear friend’s home that is beautifully filled with…Nov 7, 20213Nov 7, 20213
Noemi Ergas BittermaninPromptly Written5 Top Things Covid-19 Taught MeI had plans to travel to Paris, France the first days of March 2020 and my mom, aunts, and anyone who knew I had travel plans begged me to…Nov 2, 20212Nov 2, 20212
Noemi Ergas BittermaninPromptly WrittenThe HomeGoods EscapeAlmost everyday I would find myself strolling down the aisles of the local HomeGoods store looking at the hundreds of items I didn’t need…Oct 13, 20211Oct 13, 20211
Noemi Ergas BittermaninPromptly WrittenEyes like Black OlivesMy grandfather — Abuelo Alejandro used to say that my eyes were like black olives “ojos como aceitunas negras”. I fondly remember his…Oct 8, 20211Oct 8, 20211
