I sensed their quiet disapproval of my withdrawal. Although I knew I was doing what I needed, it still hurt
My mother drove and drove, down the winding highway, while thunder cracked and rain skittered off the windows… and then past the storm to sun and perfect sky
A moment before the last bell of the year, I look out at the girls who were mine since September.Who are mine still for a few seconds more, before they are claimed by summer and next year and a new roster of teachers and subjects. I’m still talking, explaining when they’ll find out their grades
They are trusting, these girls, baring vulnerabilities, some in front of the group, some just on paper
Why else would Hashem take the trouble to arrange such wild circumstances to ensure I buy this book?
We got busy with summer and vacation plans and sometime when we weren’t looking the red plant grew. It crept along the wall, hugging the fence
