It’s strange how all the tactless comments and stares and annoying advice never made me flinch, but this pinches me inside and leaves me feeling vaguely unsettled
What would Lena think of red gelatin blood, ping-pong balls, and plastic rings?
Zeidy extracts several colored dreidels and everyone scrambles into place
He skipped out of the bakery, but I was still stewing. How could she forget my challos?
And then I scream. Because he makes me scream! He, with the round blue eyes, glassy windows into a kaleidoscope brain that spins faster than the planet on which he walks. On which he runs. Jumps, cartwheels across, headstands upon, bulldozes through. He, who finds the earth beneath pressed palms even more beautiful upside down
Every year I am a little bit sad on that first day as my children go off to a new year
