Sometimes it takes more than positive thinking to get yourself out of a funk. Sometimes it takes a playlist. This is mine.
Mom could be half way to that higher world, like someone having a mystical experience or an NDE. The difference is that her altered state began gradually, and never stops.
If you had a little tape recorder in my head and pressed record, you’d capture all sorts of stuff. But one thing would emerge - the words I use to talk to myself. And they aren't pretty.
Crying at Costco, Merri tries to figure out if she did right by her out-of-the-box son.
Here's how to dish out the real soul food.
An impossible dreamsong of childhood, of escape, of anything being possible.
Elad leaves his pregnant wife home alone with two kids as he gallivants around Israel. But it's ok with her, really. Really, it is.
I had slammed a door on the purest part of my soul. And for what? Like a baby crying out for its mother, I had denied its outstretched arms, turned the key, and plugged my ears to the cries.
I'd spent the better part of a year traveling to L.A., writing my novel about a teenage Orthodox girl who got her own television show. It was half wish fulfillment, half daring myself to achieve that nightmare.
