My not-so-subtle message — that I did not want to hear any more — got through. Everyone backed off. I gathered up Aviva and her paraphernalia
It’s strange, raising children to be part of a culture that’s foreign to me. It’s strange to be a foreigner in my children’s culture
But I wonder, as I take three steps back, and three steps forward, facing the holiest site we have left, why I’m not feeling enough
I can’t shake my fear of rejection. With graduation, I believed that I’d waved goodbye to the inferiority complexes that had invaded my younger self
She’s not an unpleasant walking companion, and though her short-term memory is nearly gone, she remembers the most delightful happenings of yesteryear
I sensed their quiet disapproval of my withdrawal. Although I knew I was doing what I needed, it still hurt
