I went off the derech, you know. I walked it a couple of times. I kicked the ground where it was soft and beat it where it was hard. I turned over stones to reveal long-forgotten imprints. I lifted logs and marveled at the slime and grime. I stepped in crap, cursed the asshole who … Continue reading Off The Derech
Next year in Jerusalem. I say it joyfully, songfully and ever so mournfully. I long for it. I ache for it. I wish I didn't have to. Jerusalem has always been a symbol of all I think I want. I've lived in Jerusalem. I've breathed Jerusalem. I've soaked up her urine smelling streets with my … Continue reading Next Year In…Beit Shemesh?
Newness smells like cheap plastic and styrofoam chips mixed with cardboard and a hint of pine. It fills my nostrils with each breath I take, embracing me with memories. Moving again, and this time it WILL be better. I pack methodically and neatly to begin with, although I know I will start losing momentum and … Continue reading Break The Chain
I am sitting in the white van with the red stripe. I am apprehensive and a little confused. I do not know what is going on, only that for weeks there has been a nervousness to my father that came with anxious phone calls and whispered unknowns. The twenty-minute drive in the gloomy Ohio spring … Continue reading Father, I Dare For Fear