A moment before the last bell of the year, I look out at the girls who were mine since September.Who are mine still for a few seconds more, before they are claimed by summer and next year and a new roster of teachers and subjects. I’m still talking, explaining when they’ll find out their grades
They are trusting, these girls, baring vulnerabilities, some in front of the group, some just on paper
Why else would Hashem take the trouble to arrange such wild circumstances to ensure I buy this book?
We got busy with summer and vacation plans and sometime when we weren’t looking the red plant grew. It crept along the wall, hugging the fence
The days passed, and the caterpillars followed the kit’s promises to a t. They wriggled, they fell, they ate, they spun silk
Knowing that hundreds of us were making our way on foot to the last remaining Wall made it all connect somehow. I had to come back
