"Hatzilu, hatzilu!" Panicked screams reach us from the street below. We rush to the balcony and lean over to see two young boys, eight or nine years old, running as though their lives depend on it. We can make out another word, "Abba", and we try to piece together the situation. "Hatzilu, Abba…" My heart … Continue reading On Witnessing Evil
The Things My Mind Spurts Out After A Day In The Park With All The Other Mothers
Trying to be able…willing…strong… To run free of all worries and fears And looks and sneers Of those who think I am Who I present myself to be. Wanting to say…scream…shout aloud… All the burning feelings swirling Spinning, twirling Circles of confusion While I stand in silence. The scenes play out in my mind's eye, … Continue reading The Things My Mind Spurts Out After A Day In The Park With All The Other Mothers
Young and Restless
Age has been on my mind. It's natural, I suppose. Birthdays do bring about such thoughts. My thoughts on growing old are mixed. I am unlike most people and yearn to be older. I feel so incredibly young and inexperienced. I have barely lived my life. Half of the third of my expected lifespan was … Continue reading Young and Restless
Oh, The Places We Didn’t Go
I never, EVER, thought I would get married. I, very vocally, believed that no one should even consider dating until they were 25. Secretly, I thought if everyone knew that I wasn't going to think about marriage until then, I would have time to plan my big escape. At 25, I hoped to be on … Continue reading Oh, The Places We Didn’t Go
Dedicated to The Ones I Love
We met when I was barely eighteen. I kept a low profile, my face hidden behind unkempt hair encased in the hooded sweatshirt I wore defensively. But I listened to the two of you talk and I couldn't contain myself. You spoke my language, peppered with a healthy dose of vulgarity and infused with the … Continue reading Dedicated to The Ones I Love
Colloquially Speaking 