Walking through Williamsburg as a secular Jewish woman.
I close my eyes so I can’t see
the small space that feels like
a coffin.
The fierceness of Jewish mamas in 1902 who would stop at nothing for their meat.
How a secular kid found religion. And how a religious adult needed to remember why he became religious.
When I was a child, they
taught me the words of
the Kedushah and I
swore I could hear the
angels catapulting into
creation right there before
me.
Belief is for the lazy and the uncertain. He knows there is G-d, knows there is judgement.
No homework, more freedom; adulthood has its perks.
A new piano brings back old memories of a childhood in Moscow.
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.
Love is in the spaces of myself I let slip away.
