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Out of Step
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
I peek at the price tag. “Seventy-five,” I say weakly. Mommy purses her lips, but nods and I run to the dressing room
Ariella Schiller
Ariella Schiller lives with her family in Jerusalem, where she’ll dabble in almost anything involving words.
She works as a proofreader by day, novelist by night, and occasionally sleeps.
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Out of Step
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
It still shook me to see Babby sitting and being taken care of, instead of cooking or sitting at her computer or cleaning out the attic, all things she normally was very busy with
Out of Step
Wednesday, November 06, 2019
I feel bad for blurting that out when I see the flash of jealousy skid across my best friend’s features
Out of Step
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Uuuuch. I hate this. I hate the fact that Mommy is never home anymore
Out of Step
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
She perches on her bed and looks at me. “Bella Rena…Naftoli has, uh, been asked to leave yeshivah for a little while”
Out of Step
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Mommy appears. “Come in, come in quickly,” she whispers, flapping her hand. We scurry in, confused by the cloak-and-dagger attitude
Out of Step
Wednesday, October 02, 2019
He turns around and gives me a look, the kind of look that says, “please don’t be a terribly selfish human being.”
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Wednesday, October 02, 2019
Year after year, as this scene repeated itself, a piece of my heart would crack. And then, lonely despite the small hands in mine, I’d start the short walk home
Out of Step
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
I need to rush home, do homework, go out for Chinese with Goldie, a long-standing Monday night tradition, and — sigh — apologize to Ma about not listening to her explain what happ ...
Out of Step
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
The thing about being the only girl in the family is that I can get away with anything, short of murder, and everyone just chalks it up to me “being a girl”
Out of Step
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
I smirk. “Pori, why do you always comment? Just try to accept me, flaws and all, and you’ll have a lot less stress in your life”
