This week's piece is different; consider it a journal entry. I haven't cleaned it up, but I think you'll enjoy it.
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It’s 11 am and I just woke up. I look at the alarm twice, three times, roll over and fling the blanket off. Let’s go, Yehudis, let’s go. I stumble to…
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I hated praying. As kids, we used to sit for hours at the synagogue, in school, and every morning reading words I didn’t care about and probably didn’t…
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There’s a poetry in yesterday I can’t seem to shake. It’s been smoothed over, regurgitated, every feeling inspected and laid into place. What was before…
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Does love have different names
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They knocked on my door late one night. I was too afraid to open. They kept knocking until I covered my head with the blanket, lay underneath and felt…
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Someone told me that people we have a crush on are people we want to be like. I think that must be true about my crush on video-producer Meir Kay.
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It’s 3 am and I’m getting distracted again. There are 8 tabs open on my Chrome, each a different social network. I’m looking for Bram. I have to find…
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