Conflicting emotions cross Thresh’s face. He lowers the rock and points at me, almost accusingly. “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl. You and me, … Continue reading Owing.
Conflicting emotions cross Thresh’s face. He lowers the rock and points at me, almost accusingly. “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl. You and me, … Continue reading Owing.
I got a new tattoo today, one that holds great meaning for me. It feels like rather a lot to explain in a blog post, but what I’d like to … Continue reading Remember who you are.
Asking for a friend… There’s been a lot of attention drawn lately to what neurodivergence means, what it looks like, what it is (and is not), and what allowances we … Continue reading Is empathy a form of neurodivergence?
I have a dream where the irony is not lost on people that on a day honoring Martin Luther King Jr.’s legacy of fighting for civil rights and equality for … Continue reading Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
Some of you may recall a post I’d shared recently about a very special sweater I’ve had for ages that I’d discovered had gone missing. I mourned the loss of … Continue reading The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Today, in the middle of the checkout line at Marshall’s, of all places, my daughter asked me how to say “I love you” in Hebrew. She’s currently in kindergarten at … Continue reading Shalom Aleichem.
I know all too well what well-loved people look like. I grew up staring hungrily at them, wishing for a taste of the enveloping warmth they had the luxury of … Continue reading The taste of well-loved.
“Do I give off orphan vibes?” I asked my therapist today. They weren’t really the right words to try to explain my quandary, but it got me close enough to … Continue reading Orphan vibes.
Okay, some of the items on the above list might seem a bit silly, and it’s okay to chuckle at them. Here’s the point, though. Yom Kippur is a time … Continue reading Things I won’t apologize for on Yom Kippur.
Today, my soul is a broken thing Where no green grows And pain has clipped my wings. Today, my heart is underground With the taken, And fear deadens every sound. … Continue reading Today, my soul is a broken thing.