We are all products of the triumphs and foibles of our parents. Perhaps one difference is that while some of us try our hardest to forget, others of us work just as hard to keep our memories alive.
You get up at 6:15 AM to make it from Santa Monica to the Persian kosher market in the Pico...
And as we dared to be human they moved behind us and began to blow again, propelling us to places our natural strengths could never carry us.
Only seconds before he ripped the larynx straight out of my neck, I had what I can only describe as a miraculous life-saving revelation.
This is a strictly non-medical way of looking at pain relief.
Hey. It’s 4:43 AM in Jerusalem. I just woke up crying, from the sweetest/saddest dream. I was holding you....
There is light from overhead. And there is full-moon light that leaks through your walls. Light that seeps through...
Inertia, self-imposed or otherwise, is among the most challenging things for a human being. We were designed to remain in motion. Even sleep is a form of movement. Resisting change however, is its opposite.
This is a poem about intergenerational memories; ones so powerful they are passed down through the DNA.
