From Ukraine with Love, Part 6

I fell in love that year for the first time. I was 14 and had no idea what love was, but I believed in it. He was a Ukrainian boy with tussled blond hair and blue eyes. His name was Artom and he was the best soccer player, the best bad mitten player, and pretty much the best at any sport or game. He didn't speak any English at first, we were friends, we all were and I taught him like I taught … [Read more...]

יַהְוֶה

When I walked outside today, the air was alive, teeming with energy. Little white petals swirled in the air like God's confetti. I put my hands out in instinct, wanting to catch them like snowflakes to see if any two were alike. The sun filtered in and out of the clouds and I imagined a divine, booming voice yelling down, "peek-a-boo!" like what I do with Summit. The trees were clapping their … [Read more...]

I know her

I knew her. I didn't actually know her, know her, but the little girl who must have been about 5 or 6 was very familiar to me. She looked at me with curious eyes, I must have seemed strange even for a stranger, staring so intently into her open face. My heart hammered from the combination of sudden adrenaline and the caffeine I had just consumed. I wanted so badly to go over to the father … [Read more...]

family matters

Summit is visiting his only Great-Grandparents. They met him when he was 2 months old, but then the year of testing and surgeries ensued. This is a new year, a fresh start and he is enjoying his time here. The air is warm, the breeze cool. The dryness not a factor except in the continuous re-filling of sippy cups. It has been good, a surprising oasis. Part of me doesn't want to come back, to the … [Read more...]