“Do you think we should call an adult?” I asked, thinking of my kind and practical middle-aged neighbor, when I was jolted by a sudden realization. We are the adults
It was almost time for Yizkor, so I left to join those untouched by death, who wait innocently in the lobby,Musings: My Father’s Last Yizkor,It was almost time for Yizkor, so I left to join those untouched by death, who wait innocently in the lobby
Not ready for the blast, the awakening. Not ready for the wrenching sobs from tens of dozens of people who must be better prepared.
The house was perfectly clean, the table picture-perfect, the food cooked to perfection. And I was a perfect wreck
A roundabout where entering holds no guarantees of a smooth exit. And once you are in, all entrances and exits disappear ,Where’s My Exit?,A roundabout where entering holds no guarantees of a smooth exit. And once you are in, all entrances and exits disappear
I tried to cry as silently as possible — I’m good at it. My grandmother turned to me and whispered: “We don’t get to choose”
