It's not that your outcries, your war of words, your holiday visits and your donations do not mean the world to us. It means everything. And yet – it cannot be everything. Not this time around.
I've never understood the vast appeal of sex, flirting, and the like. Because of this, the world can feel confusing and strange. Still, I hesitate to label myself "asexual": the term seems too clinical for my freewheeling spirit.
My husband regularly goes out of the country for business (like now) and when’s he’s gone, my life is a...
She is a bottomless top-shelf gimlet.
She is built of bloody bruised knuckles.
Rivka reflects on the wisdom she learned from "Mommy Camp", a long summer vacation at home with her children.
On the things we keep, the things we forget, and the things we abandon.
I miss the Land. The air. The views. The people. So yes, the trip was special. But there's more.
Tonight, he stops to look at me- like really look at me. Except I sense that his eyes are also looking through me, to somewhere halfway in-between my skin and the deep inner recesses of his warmly kept memories.
