The Weather in the Streets

My instagram account is the most amazing intersection of women, diverse in the most profound sense of the word: women who keep shabbos in ...

It has been years since I last posted.  Years! For a long time I wasn't writing, at all really, nothing but shopping lists.  I didn'...

Ginger dog makes the loudest Splash I have ever heard, with each labored step of his big hairy beast-paws, displacing water gall...

The reading of the names. A stilted, halting counterpoint of New York-accented voices against my morning routine. Names of the dead. The ...

My secret relationship with Maya Angelou began when I was a young girl, decades ago. Ours was a troubled friendship, if you could call it t...

Espresso soda, fitting for the vernal equinox: like dark earth fizzing up with sweetness.

100 Happy Days 25/100 Remus Love Decided to move back to The Weather in the Streets...

I think that sometimes I see my life as a series of meals, and I have never learned to eat properly. My pacing is poor: one minute...

1. be quiet 2. be present 3. be nice 4. think calmly 5. go slow 6. quit whinging 7. write dissertation 8. tell the truth 9. ...

A facebook meme. I had to think about this, what constitutes a "guilty" pleasure, because on the one hand, I feel vaguely guilty ...