We laugh at ourselves and our awful memories, but inside, no one is laughing
I see it in the drunk boys, the girls with caked-on makeup, both desperate for attention, searching, wondering, yearning for something they themselves are unsure of
Fine, so I broke a hundred of Sarah Chana Radcliffe’s rules at once. Lock me up
We didn’t think to write it all down — what they’d been like before the war, the people and places they longed for, even decades later
Yudit’s face seemed so familiar. Where do I know that face from? The thought crossed my mind, and the answer looked down at me from the silver-framed photo
My cousin and I grew up, married, had kids, but come Chanukah we’d still pose like chassan and kallah with a birthday cake
