To The Unborn

Precious, When I was little, a man on an airplane asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Naturally, I hugged my doll close to my heart and said, "I just want to be a mommy." I was raised to be a housewife, like my mother and my grandmothers and my great-grandmothers. "Discreet,… Continue reading To The Unborn

A Letter To The Man In Orange

Dear Uncle Bud, How are you? Had any visitors lately? How's your new prosthetic working? Yes, the trip was ok and everyone's fine. Flying with El Al afforded fifteen solid hours to get pre-acclimated to Israeli bluntness and the rich sound of spoken Hebrew. The gate at Los Angeles International Airport is very remote and… Continue reading A Letter To The Man In Orange