words from the soul
I’m like Garfield, just different, she says as she pulls on Freddie Mercury’s orange fur, baiting him. I like lasagna, but I hate Sundays. She laughs as Freddie pounces. I don’t bother disciplining her about the cat again. Their love is wild and free-spirited. Plus, she likes the way he makes her look like a … Continue reading A Million Shades of Green
They are so frigging brave. She never wants to go to school when she knows there will be a siren. Yom HaShoah...Yom Hazikaron...and the days when it's a drill. Why do we have to practice? So we'll know what to do...in case it's real one day. She cries and we tell her to be brave … Continue reading Brave
Don't... Don't tell me to stay safe… not to read the news…not to check each siren…not to think about it…not to worry... Don't tell me not to be afraid. Don't. Because it is my prerogative to be afraid. Because it is my country under attack. Because it is my children I am scooping up into … Continue reading Don’t.
It's hard to write this. I don't really want to, but I saw something today that made me realize there are people out there that cannot say what I am going to say, but desperately need to. So I'm voicing it. A few days ago, my husband took my daughter to the bus. We need … Continue reading Black and White and Green All Over
Lines form on my face and hands lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want eighteen I just don't know what I want eighteen I gotta get away I gotta get out of … Continue reading Eighteen
Colloquially Speaking 