words from the soul
Most times...I write. I write what I feel and I pour my own heart into words on a page that someone may read on the other side of a screen where perceptions and life experiences will slowly change the words my heart meant to say into words you understand your way... But this time... My … Continue reading My Heart Writes
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
Dear 4 in 5, I don't know what I will accomplish by writing this...but I want to be clear that I am not looking for your sympathy...or for you to understand. Â You will never understand...that is why you are the 4 in 5. I am the 1 in 5. Â And though I cannot speak for … Continue reading 1 in 5
Colloquially Speaking 