Static
My thoughts drone on, never ceasing—metronomes piled upon each other, none keeping the same tempo.
Hate Has No Home Here
This sign particularly caught my eye because it is the same sign I've had outside my house for a decade now.
A Poem For Ashlee
Look to the girls who dance around you; their minds are as strong as their ankles on pointe.
Transylvanian Stars
Summer night, stars, crisp air, nostalgia. Transylvania. A farmhouse lay in the heart of Hargita, where once-cherished memories had been born.
Between Two Worlds
At home, Chinese and Jewish traditions coexisted peacefully: dumplings on Lunar New Year, latkes on Hanukkah, red envelopes and Shabbat candles.
The Favorite Child
Life. An unfamiliar word. It’s how Mother explained Favorite Child’s beings. They are conscious. They are alive. They are life.
Discovering Jewish Joy in My Grandmother’s Closet
This dress I was wearing at twelve years old had been my great-grandmother's. That dress, just a dress, suddenly turned her memory into a presence.
