My voice flows through my fingertips, spelling out the words my lips refuse to form. My soul leaps through lines and paragraphs, dancing on letters in joyous freedom. My heart lays on these pages, exposed. You think you have the power to hurt me. You think you can use my outlet against me. You think … Continue reading The Words I am Made of Are Mine
The Words I Am Made Of
I cannot find the words to express the puddle of feelings I sit in. I cannot understand how I came to be here, curled up on the floor…a victim…again. I am searching, digging through my past to find where this fits…but it is so different…so strange… I pursued peace, as I am taught to do, … Continue reading The Words I Am Made Of
To Sleep Or Not To Sleep…That Is Not A Question
Shavuot. That little holiday no one ever focuses on. The one where we celebrate receiving the Torah. The one where we eat cheesecake because someone thought it would be a nice cultural addition to a Jewish holiday. The one where I'm supposed to keep the kids quiet all morning so my husband can sleep after … Continue reading To Sleep Or Not To Sleep…That Is Not A Question
A Tribute
She turned around at the door. “Hey - did you know R?” I shook my head, but then again, I barely remember anyone from back then. My husband dug into his vast memory of names and faces and found her there, somewhere between rehab and that long year of sobriety. “Of course I remember her. … Continue reading A Tribute
Being Born
We are finishing dinner when I begin. “See, I always had an issue with birthdays.” Smiling, he settles back in his chair. “My mother always forgot my birthday…well, she still can’t figure out the right date…” He laughs. “You never know, maybe this year she’ll remember…the day’s not over yet.” We smile at each other … Continue reading Being Born
Colloquially Speaking 