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Racing to the Finish Line!

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Migraines and Judaism

Red sharp shooting pain stretches across my white forehead as my whole white body begins to shake when I get out of a bus in Tzfat. Along the golden steps of this mystical city, I was freaking out because I... Continue Reading →

I Am Holding On By A little strand

  I keep walking along black stones as white snowflakes keep coming down, as blue rain falls from the sky, I keep feeling this red sharp shooting pain agitating every cell of my body. I keep facing red sharp shooting... Continue Reading →

A Little Bit Stronger

Each step I take along this ever painful journey I call life, every step i take as long this journey along my red sharp pain escalating in my black spine, I try to stay a little bit stronger, a little... Continue Reading →

I Want To See Rainbows

  Blue ice rain coming down while I take a step trying not to drown inside red sharp pain escalating in my head, while I try to stay a gold lion speak loud and proud of roaring life I have.... Continue Reading →

I Want To Love Myself

Every step I take I follow my neshama (soul), to infinite space to free flowing pink butterfly escaping out of their cocoon. My mom carried me for nine holy months as she watched Madeleine Albright, first women secretary of state,... Continue Reading →

Step Right In

Step right in towards Shabbos, meals filled with yellow red sun rising, warm smiles all around me, warm hugs, new friends everywhere I turn, I turn toward a Jewish Rabbi welcoming me into their home, welcoming me with open arms,... Continue Reading →

Let the Light Shine

As my brown hair keeps changing, I keep gliding inside my blue waves running past black storms towards gold stones, listening to new Hebrew songs pinpointing in my ears. Gold Hannukkah menorahs dwindle along the windows, as I keep walking... Continue Reading →

The Magic Touch

His hands touch mine while my pink smile begins to come on, taking tons of time knowing this is the first time he has touched my hand after we already been married, no one knows the magic gold feeling of... Continue Reading →

I Am Becoming Me

Slowly but surely my hair color begins to change, my hands become more white no longer do I feel as a ghost, no longer I am hiding who I am, I am showing my red pink sunshine rising above blue... Continue Reading →

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