Our narrow slice of attic sky has sprouted an explosion of sunset.
I never go to shul on Rosh Hashanah anyway. I gave up long, long ago.
Love is in the spaces of myself I let slip away.
Sometimes - a lot of times - I take myself waaaaaay to seriously. Here's a tiny peek at how I'm working to change that.
At 16, I flatly refused to go to church anymore because of my near #metoo moment with a minister. I never told my mother. I knew she wouldn't believe me.
I open the hallway closet and choose my weapon. I go for the broom and dustpan. I drag the broom...
My search for the answer as my eldest turns 21.
Laundry means we are living our lives, stains and all.