3am thoughts & threads
I never got what I asked for. When I visited that fake fat guy in the red suit at the downtown Herpolsheimer’s, he didn’t even recognize my brother and me from our visit last year. We took a photo of us sitting on his lap anyway.
I still have WTF moments, though now I see myself as a person who feels things deeply, including compassion, empathy, and passion.
I was sweating, my heart was racing, and I could barely breathe. I hurried to the girls’ bathroom and ended up staying there for that whole period. Each time we were supposed to write and then perform another speech, it became easier to skip class.
First stop of our day is the Sephardic Jewish Foundation. Javier tells me that we have history waiting for discovery... My grandfather leans over, his whiskers tickling my ear, whispering, 'I remember my own grandmother lighting candles every Friday night before dinner, quietly praying. Always quietly, as if no one should hear her words but God.'
I. Torrential rains pour through dilapidated unintended sky lights The tornado warning sirens blare Waters rise and the Lifeboat we bought has floated away. The tornado missed the house… or did it? It’s over I say. Good-bye. II. The dream is different this time instead the Sun casts streams of hope through darkened skies, filled... Continue Reading →
Looking back, I realize that water has been one of the few constants throughout my life. I no longer swim due to disability, but the view of water every single day somehow comforts me. Water is still my companion.
Is it possible that some hauntings may be time slips instead of true hauntings, happening simultaneously at the current time and period of origin? It is an interesting concept that I consider possible, based on two personal experiences I will share here. The first was over a winter holiday that extended over a 10-day period... Continue Reading →
They say the best place to start a story is at the beginning, but whose beginning? Where does my real beginning start? With my parents or with my ancestors? Those mysterious, earthy souls.
“At last,” it sighs, tasting your name without saying it. “Three years of your doubt was the final tempering. The cage is open.”
“And when the Sun rose the next day, He smiled at the little orange blossom, and said, ‘Welcome, fragrant one. Welcome!’”
