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
A good memoir starts at the beginning. This one starts at the end. I guess that's your warning. Get out now while you can, while the story is bright and hopeful and you see me walking off into the sunset. It's only going to get darker from here. It is a few days before my … Continue reading The Last Chapter
You search my name on Google and find it. Everything I write. All my heartbeats and songs and moments when I cannot speak. And you hug me and look at me with awe. How do you do it? you ask, and I see a fire light behind your eyes. I do not tell you about … Continue reading For Yael, when you find me.
Always I know that whatever it is I have written may be read and it fills me with a sort of excited dread that maybe someone out there will peer into my soul and see me.
I can’t write about AMI magazine and the Weberman case. I can’t go there. But I wanted you to know - anyone who knows me and understands me - that I sent them an e-mail today. Please remove me from your mailing list. I do not wish to write for a magazine such as yours … Continue reading How I Stood Up To AMI
Colloquially Speaking 