I am in here.
Going to Israel for Yom Kippur. I wish I could get it to not feel so ominous. LA first, then to Ben-Gurion via New York. At the very least, that’s more than half a day sitting in a narrow little street. Tel Aviv sounds livelier than Jerusalem. I’ve been there, but only for about 2 … Continue reading travels
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
white pebble 