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.
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
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 ...
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”
"If you think I’m going to stand by and watch you renege on your obligation, allow you to leave Hadas in the lurch like that, you are very, very mistaken”