Musings
But we ourselves, while loved, don’t belong. We don’t live on Planet Normal. We live on Planet Crazy
Musings
This is my child and she needs and needs and needs. I can’t look at her. I can’t look at myself
Musings
“Look at him, at him, behind the stained shirt and missing teeth, and you can’t help loving him, he’s another Jew”
Musings
But today and yesterday, five years after burying them, in my nightly half-sleep, those dreams came to me, taunting, “What will be with you, Bracha?”