I just lit our menorahs on the last night of Chanukah. Each night, as I lit the candles and chanted the prayers I felt a blast of joy- a pure blast of Tuvia.
Take a Look
I wish life could be that way all the time- a pure blast of Tuvia joy, but for now, my love, you r empty chair gets in my way.
A Slice of Marble Rye Bread
When I was a kid, I loved: marble rye bread, marble halavah, marble pound cake, even the marbleized custard. I loved the combination of colors and flavors and as I thought about this weekend, maybe it’s been since you left in August, maybe life has been a slice of marbleized life.
As much as I loved contrasting flavors in rye bread and pound cake, the contrasting emotions of sadness and joy are much more challenging.
I keep trying to write about this marbleized weekend but it’s a mush of a story. I think the images have to tell my story for now.
Love you, Miss you,