Sound of a Sigh

The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they put him in his temporary new room and the words out of his mouth, "Get me the hell out of here." There was nothing I…

On Failure

Tonight begins Purim and I can't help but think of where I was a year ago. Last Purim, as I gathered materials to make a homemade grogger and packed up my poppy seed hamantaschen filled with lemon custard, I received official word of my rejection from the history graduate program at Brandeis University. I had…

While Waning

I don't usually like to preface my writing with explanation or apologies, a habit I learned from Hollins where my work was expected to stand alone and endure critique with an author's closed mouth, but this poem, being the first for the blog and a rather personal one, warrants an introduction. I am allergic to…