How is she? They ask, everywhere I go. Sometimes I answer. It's hard. They're trying something new. We still don't know. And sometimes I don't. Fine, thank god. They want to know news, they want to know progress...they want to know black and white. I confide in some. I deflect others. Mostly, I seethe. I … Continue reading How Are You?
I am too tired...too tired of writing about the pain...every damn year... I am too tired of defending this land...speaking up for her... But I can't remain silent... Because my heart still beats... And other hearts still are silenced... By hatred...by fear... By those who would like to see my drowning arms flail in a … Continue reading Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
17...just off the plane and I'm miserable. I call my eldest brother. I haven't seen him in years. He went to yeshiva when he was 13...I was 8...I got his room. When he came home for the occasional weekend or chag, I had to join my sisters in the attic. I don't really know him … Continue reading 31