words from the soul
I was too young then… too small and insignificant to understand what bravery looks like… to know the pain of disbelief… I was too young to see her… too young to be moved to act on her behalf. I was not young enough to escape her fate. 9,853 days should be long enough to figure this … Continue reading Anita Hill, Christine Blasey Ford, and me
When a giant... ...comes crashing down... ...from heights unknown to man... ...it is only natural... ...that some... ...will try to climb... ...his fallen frame... ...and proclaim... ...something... ...or other. I only wish... ...I was strong enough... ...to move a mountain... ...to reveal... ...the crater... ...formed... ...when the giant fell.
Back in September, I wrote a post about the situation here in Beit Shemesh. I wrote mainly out of frustration with my new hometown, and because mothers were bringing politics to the park. I responded to a conversation held in front of children on this blog, although looking back maybe I should have kept my … Continue reading Why Beit Shemesh Means Nothing To Me
Colloquially Speaking 