words from the soul
The flutters intensify every year as we light the last candle. Eight flames burning is the signal; the moment we start counting down the week until our baby’s birthday, three days before his death. This year, my womb contracted wildly with the news of another boy torn from his mother too early… too violently. I held my … Continue reading Mourning my Son with no Name
Oh my darling. My beautiful little girl... I am watching you cry. You sob as you twist and turn your little body on the kitchen floor. I can't, you say. You said this medicine will help me...but it's not changing my feelings! I can't anymore! I slide down beside you, leaning against the refrigerator door … Continue reading Crash.
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?
There is so much I could say...so much to write about... I could write about my sister...and her cancer...and what it feels like to be so far away...to be torn between my children and the baby I held in my arms at 14 years old...whispering my secrets to one of my only family members who … Continue reading When There Is Nothing Left To Say
Hey Sis...this one's for you... This one's for the times we couldn't stop laughing... Inside out kisses and shoulder blades... Djoghurt and Stonehenge... And that toot guy. This one's for Friday nights... People watching in the park... And Super Hatzlacha. This one's for the times we forgot to say I love you... And the times … Continue reading The Only Squeeze Hug I Can Manage
Colloquially Speaking 