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Feb 4, 2021, 3:00 PM
Silver linings in a quarantine cloud
The convoy of decorated cars passes us slowly, horns blaring. I glance at my son. The Star Wars mask my friend made for him covers the smile I see spread through his eyes. My own mask covering my nose...
Sep 30, 2020, 3:21 PM
Hindsight 2020 with a shade of everything
Who am I to write of pain? Who am I to air my struggle, when so many cannot inhale? My son turned 10 in lockdown, my daughter 13. Who am I to say this is unsustainable?
Jun 16, 2019, 9:11 PM
My sister and the grief she left for me
It is June two years ago and I am walking on broken glass. My mother calls. 'She's ready.' Okay, I say calmly. I’ll be right there
Mar 26, 2019, 2:47 PM
A Warm, Steel Box
'My hand trails the cold, steel door. A picture of rubble covering all those things flashes through me'
Mar 5, 2019, 5:45 PM
A Wasted Vote, a Wasted Voice, a Wasted Dream
"You can't do that," he says. "You can't waste a vote." I shrug. I don't know what else to say. He's right. I can't throw away my voice. I've earned it, this small unsure voice I carry tight in my throat. I've worked hard...
Feb 13, 2019, 12:22 PM
When I am silenced, can you not still hear my screams?
There are times my words stop flowing, when they seize and resist any release. And then it hurts so bad I am forced to cut deep into my skin and let the pain flow in fragments, in heaves, in...
Jan 6, 2019, 10:40 AM
On Open Houses and Choice in a Foreign Tongue
It is early in the morning. She rests her head against my shoulder, twisting her body around in an attempt to find a comfortable position. I sit as still as I can, knowing she will turn again and again until...
Dec 14, 2018, 12:05 PM
Mourning my son with no name
The pain digs a hole and creates a space for all the complexities of broken hearts and loss
Dec 2, 2018, 7:53 PM
Light up the Night in Shades of Green
I'm like Garfield, just different, she says as she pulls on Freddie Mercury's orange fur, baiting him. I like lasagna, but I hate Sundays. She laughs as Freddie pounces. I don't bother disciplining her about the cat again. Their love is wild...
Nov 18, 2018, 10:22 PM
For 515 days, my sister and I shared my Facebook profile picture, smiling to the world from a little circle above my name. My cover photo was taken that time we went to Jerusalem and she posed with my children...
Bracha Goldstein is a creative writer and artist living with her husband and two inspiring children in Israel. She writes reflectively, using her unique perspective to bring emotional thought to life.