Shabbat Shalom! The summer of 2013 my cousin Weston set me up with an Instagram. I was turning 23 that summer, he had already turned 13 so I could count on him to help keep me with it. Typical to most interactions like this, he soon stopped using his with his first profile deleted and …
Out of April and back to short stories and personal essays. This short story is one that I wrote while studying abroad in London and taking a creative writing class at London Met. My creative writing class was concerned about “place.” This short story bent that theme as far as I could take it by …
Four years ago today was my Aunt Marcia’s funeral. I stood crying with my family as we laid her next to her parents. On June 29, 1949, Marcia came into this world with an older brother and sister. Between the ages of four and seven, she saw the arrival of three more sisters. My mother …
Shabbat Shalom! I want to take some time before Shabbat begins to share something for Bandit. I start this attempt knowing full well that any words I try to set to him will feel utterly incomplete. Bandit was a once in a lifetime, soulmate kind of dog. My little soul-pup. When I met Bandit during …
