“I’ve only been to France a handful of times since I moved away…and each time it gets into me with weird intensity.”
Category: Nonfiction
Her words were tender, but raw in intonation and contained the kind of truth you can come to only after having lived through something.
We recited vows as poems, while our hippie rabbi strummed his guitar and hummed nigun that…
“I wonder if my father would condemn these words if he could read them.”
“When I testified and spoke out publicly in Germany … I felt lightened. The world was finally listening.”
“The thing about the Metropolitan-American Weekend Dad is, he has a relatively brief shelf life.”
“Leaving is believing. Believing that you can come back.”
“These are the kinds of life lessons we learn as children. The nights will just keep going till you die.”
“The German was very, very nice … He paid extra special attention to my life when I wasn’t.”
