Words Unspoken
Mrs. W., when I came to your house for Shabbos, I realized how much I didn’t know
Windows
I went away for Yom Kippur, and prayed that it would be written in the Sefer Hamaves
LifeTakes
It was an old pain, from a long-ago traumatic event in my childhood that still wreaks havoc in my relationships
Musings
I struggle to hold back the tears. Tears for all the things she can never have again, do again