“Are you excited that gan is almost over?” I ask my little girl as she cuddles up to me. “Umm…yes…no…no!” She’s uncertain and for a moment I think she doesn’t really understand what summer vacation is. Her face scrunches up as she digs into her mind for the words to express what she means. “I’m … Continue reading When The Tigers Broke Free
The Words I am Made of Are Mine
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
Colloquially Speaking 