Prose

I want to start a new me.One that doesn’t blow up every time something doesn’t

I saw my son crushing a butterfly. At that moment, he also crushed my heart.

It’s hard to define where I end and others begin because we are all interconnected,

Why do I keep leaving Israel? by Aviva Derenowski I lived in the Land of

I’ve been decorating the house beautifully since I was born –The house is the world.I

We’re all faulty. The Father – is obsessed with his career because of his involvement