Each greeting filled me with joy, each casual wave lifted me on its wings. The morning’s sky is bright blue. The sun’s yellow rays dapple on the greenery. I step outdoors, inhaling the faint promise of spring. As I walk, I search. I study the faces I pass, scanning their features. I’m seeking a flicker
Do I taste a square of chocolate before it glides, prompting a craving for the next piece?
I had been afraid that going to the Kosel would fill me, satiate me so that I wouldn’t need anything more
Our inner mirrors distort how we perceive ourselves and others as well My eyesight has gone through many metamorphoses as I’ve gone through life. It began with receiving my first pair of sparkly pink cat-eye glasses in second grade, progressed to higher-strength wire rims in seventh, and even stronger contact lenses in high school. I
