words from the soul
I am 15 and a half years old. My mother is sitting shiva for her father. I am leaving home and it feels like something is tearing. I don't know that I will no longer have a home, that they will move to a new house while I am hiding in the attic at my … Continue reading Ready or Not, We Move On
This feeling…this sad feeling…covers me like a blanket…suffocating me slowly. It is not a new feeling…it is an anticipated one. Do not project…they told me…do not lose faith in humanity…you can never know the outcome…you can never know for sure. So I tried not to project…not to expect to be hurt… But I am not … Continue reading Broken Grief
"So I watched this thing…it's going around…" They are looking at me, waiting, and I realize it is too late. I will say it. "It's called The Rabbi's Daughter…" My father's eyes raise and I almost swallow the words, even though I know I can't. "It reminded me of you…of us." And then I am … Continue reading The Rabbi’s Daughter
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 