I don’t remember when it first started. Whether or not it’s healthy, I’ve tried in my head to pinpoint the first time he got me to take off my clothes […]
As anonymous as I try to keep my blog, there’s only so much I can really share without crossing territory I’ve deemed to personal. Some readers know who I am, […]
When I left, I left every last piece of my identity behind. I shed knowledge of which bruche to say when, which shoe to put on first and everything in […]
That’s not a metaphor, meaningful or anything deep. It’s just a fact. When you’re alone, nobody is there to scratch your back. And since mine is itching, it’s a reinforcement […]
At a much more than inappropriate time, I had a breakage. What a metaphor for everything, really.
Long before I realized the deliciousness of a shabbos nap, my afternoons were spent trying to engage one of my siblings in a game. We’d concoct new rules or make […]
Was it you that was waiting? Outside your car on a balmy summer evening? The wind was barely shifting the seventy degree weather. It was pleasant, the kind of summer’s […]