words from the soul
This isn't going to be pretty. Buckle up. Take a breath. We're going into the thick of it. You don't want to read this. The heat is punishing us. Thick and heavy, it weighs down on our already broken necks, pulling sweat from our pores to mix with our tears. Last night, when the rabbi … Continue reading Anchor
"We only hold onto things because they benefit us somehow," she told me. "Even if they hurt." We were up to Step 4, and Tovah guided me through my Resentments. "Write them all. Some will be easy to let go of, and some will be challenging, but none are silly. They all mean something to … Continue reading Once, there was an untold story…
This wasn't meant to be a shrine. I built a reflective pool where I could graze my fingers across a still surface and watch the ripples until they fade back into the unspoken stillness of a million words. This was to be exploratory. Step into the darkness of my ever swirling thoughts. Who am I? … Continue reading Ten Minutes Between Death and Burial
The dead haunt my photo albums. There he is when his liver was not yet punishing him for drowning it in poison. The spark in her eye is still unclouded by deadly judgment. He poses with the suppressed cry for help just behind his upturned lips. I am floating around somewhere past them, come to … Continue reading Captured Memories of the Dead and Buried
The flutters intensify every year as we light the last candle. Eight flames burning is the signal; the moment we start counting down the week until our baby’s birthday, three days before his death. This year, my womb contracted wildly with the news of another boy torn from his mother too early… too violently. I held my … Continue reading Mourning my Son with no Name
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