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 Never a flatterer, Mom always told the truth. And so would I

The walls are too steep to climb, the stones too slippery to scale. The only thing that can possibly lift you is Him

I’m now a spectator, painfully watching the race go by. I’m no longer one of you

This house, with its dearth of closets, was going to be mighty intolerant of Things

When you remember your home in Jerusalem, you think about how your soul was alive and so, so happy

Slowly, my fear of a diagnosis turned into a burning need for one