As some of our friends enter the month of Lent, and others approach Passover...I can't help but ponder the circumstances that had brought our predecssors to insist upon periods of restriction...I…Continue
This is dedicated to all the amazing women...
Her voice paced the room nervously singing a sad melody. Her eyes, moist with conviction and open in their gentle vulnerability searched for a glance of understanding, a pittance of legitimacy, in her decision As she spoke, the wind peeked in through the window of the outward facing office, and circled her in a ring of protection. Her sorrow, bubbling up from her chest, culminating in a silent guttural howl…Continue
I remember feeling.
I remember laughter.
I remember crying when I was sad.
I remember rain.
I remember acid on my skin.
I remember clouds shining on the surface of a river.
I remember scratches.
I remember bleeding.
I remember sinking, thinking - useless.
I remember strength.
I remember focus.
I remember knowing what it's like to be raw.
I remember dying.
I remember falling.
I remember my heart exploding -…