I open the hallway closet and choose my weapon. I go for the broom and dustpan. I drag the broom...
To put it bluntly, I flirt.
I remember a year ago when you were there for me, holding on in the same way and telling me that I was so beautiful. Now I understand.
...or a blog... or a Facebook page. We are much more, and it's time you know about it.
Elad writes an update about all the "new" things happening at Hevria, and the things we're destroying in order to get there.
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
No politics. Pass all the food. And tell us your life story.
I felt something boil up inside me. I simply could not take it anymore. I interrupted him, “Stop telling me what not to do and tell me what TO do!!”
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.
One new site, a big addition to our writing section, and a freaking awesome event. Come read about all the exciting things happening at Hevria.
