A poem about the loneliness and invisibility of aging single women in the Jewish community, together with the vulnerability that comes with being on one's own.
On learning to appreciate the small moments of growth.
And how now the world is completely consumed with Pokémon. But let me tell you why this is not a passing trend. Let me explain to you why this is everything... at least to me.
I opened my eyes slowly. I realized I was face-down on my bed, and the late afternoon sun poured through...
Memories and recipes from my childhood in the Ukraine.
Tears will sow fields of teshuvaUntil the water dries upAnd my psalms are naked But the blotched inkStill remembersHow we...
I recently had a conversation with a friend whose husband is slowly closing the law practice he’s had for thirty...
Sticky violet juice sprinkles her
cream wrists as she
holds the gems
too tightly.
After loving Paul my whole life, do I have to give him up?