I miss the kittens. Beyond that I’m thinking and feeling so many different things right now it’s ridiculous. I woke up today [Tuesday] and during my morning commute when I take time to talk with Hashem and prepare for my day, I discovered how enraged I am. What has me particularly perturbed at the moment is the acceptability of "ghosting" in today's culture. It is so degrading to put yourself out there, to be vulnerable, with someone only to receive silence as a response. I know ...
Musings
The Kitten Invasion
It feels weird to have both the time to sit down and write again. Not when the world is in upheaval. Not when there are still babies in captivity, stripped away from their mommies. Finding the courage to write, to put thought to paper, has been difficult this past month. (Yes, that's how long it has been since H@mas stole away so many lives with their heinous cruelty.) How can I write when the world is not whole? When so many lives, families, are broken? When the nations rage against ...
Three Weeks
It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since they screamed, Begging to be saved. Three weeks since they bled, Entire families slain. I want to write. I want to find the light. Chanukkah is coming, Not Tisha B’av. I can’t find the words, the momentum. I feel snuffed like chaff Thrown to the wind, Blown about in a storm. All that comes to me are snippets. Moments. A line here, a thought there. Broken, like our home. Pieces missing Like the souls ...
Stand with Israel, Stand with Jews
Since Saturday morning, I've succumbed to a barrage of emotions. What should have been a day of joy and celebration for the holidays suddenly turned to one of sorrow and despair. By now, most of you should have heard of the horrific war which has broken out in Israel. If you haven't, you live under a bigger rock than me. This war is the result of an organized terror attack by the terrorist organization, H@mas, in southern Israel. Women have been raped and murdered, hostages taken, small ...
WOMS: The Wolf and the Woodsman
This week’s book that’s on my shelf is Ava Reid’s The Wolf and the Woodsman, a novel suggested to me by a fellow writer friend when I asked for good examples of fantasy romance, or as it is quickly becoming, romantasy. It’s a good thing, then, I’m entitled to my own opinion, one which I’ll share now, because I’m not certain I would classify this as that. Then again, perhaps my tastes are too regulated and not varied; maybe I haven’t sampled enough of the different flavours of romantasy to ...