Reading in the Dark

He became real to me again. A great block of ice got settled in my belly and kept melting there slowly all day long, while I taught my classes algebra. It was a special kind of ice. It kept melting, sending trickles of ice water all up and down my veins, but it never got less. Sometimes it hardened and seemed to expand until I felt my guts were going to come spilling out or that I was going to choke or scream. This would always be at a moment when I was remembering some specific thing Sonny had once said or done.

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Breakups and Breakdowns

“Man, I wish you were a woman. Then, I’d just marry you, and I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this bullshit,” says Jack as he flips through a binder of CDs without looking up. He’s been working through some nonsense with his girlfriend Estrella, and you have to hear about it. Those two are the type that are constantly making up. Either they are at each other’s throats, or they are at each other’s zippers. That’s what he gets for dating a girl named Star — he picks up the sassiest Latina with a diva complex and then wants to bitch when she doesn’t put up with his attitude.

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The Order of Things

It was a complex, was multi-thousand dollar celebrations for basic rites of passage, overpaid rabbis, religious consultants, the doctor-or-lawyer-nice-Jewish-boy partner requisites, the archetypal Jewish American Princess who changed her profile picture ‘for Israel’ without understanding apartheid politics, who took mud baths by the Red Sea and flashed the peace signs while riding camels in Facebook albums entitled “Is-real,” who kissed for the first time at Synogogue retreats and fucked for the first time at Jewish summer camp.

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