The abuse started young. My father had left us and my mom relied on cheap help with me and my baby brother, so the neighbor boy was my new babysitter. I was three. Blonde hair,…
The Barren Woman
A shell of the young vibrant women I used to be Anger and then guilt at each rounded bellies I see For gifted they are and happy they are not At the gaggle of children…
It’s Unbearable How Much I Want To Say “Me Too.”
It’s unbearable how much I want to say “Me Too.” I want to talk about the boy that pressured me in high school. The one who begged so many times that continuing to say ‘no’…
Yes Me Too, A Response.
I’m tired. I’ve spent the past few days trying to explain to people why no one’s pain is invalid, why trauma is trauma. I never thought I would ever need to have that conversation with…
Not Me Too
Not You Too. No, my friend, not you too. I am so glad that the #metoo movement on Facebook has brought to light the fact that many women have been the recipients of unwanted sexual…
Sukkot Fire
Season of fall over sukkot Have her dancing to 1-2-3 count With a man who she had just met In an outlandish camp fire Of water drawing and singing a niggun of the days of…
Connecting To Others
I grew up your typical Chabad guy, went to yeshivah and on shlichus. Keep shabbos and kosher etc. But it all began when I reached the age of around 22-23. The whole dreaded dating game….
Insufficient
I feel like there’s no amount of conviction or spiritual fulfillment I can attain that will make up for my many years of secular living. Or my mixed lineage. Or my utter ignorance towards practice….