Homeward Bound

So I’m the only one in the First Class of El Al’s flight 007 to JFK. (Modern times sure bring us odd-looking integers and initials, don’t they?) I sleep on the floor on a futon for a week and a half, covered with an old red comforter with pink stitching, and I learn to walk Continue reading Homeward Bound

Jaffa List, part 2

jellyfish stranded at the high water line Muslim wedding receptions with men and women at separate restaurants the tribe of goats that meanders down the street, eating the leaves from the trees that they can reach heat not minding the heat so much anymore