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How To Grieve With Challah Bread

Eating With My Fingers

My grandfather is dead: I do not know how to grieve. So I make bread.

In the Bible they call bread the staff of life (my grandfather might have liked this: he liked religion), but really it’s the staff of grief. And rage, and guilt. I do not know how to grieve. I am twenty-two: my grandparents had children young, and I thought they would all die old. Older. I do not know how to grieve. I do not know how to grieve my grandfather’s passing, because I barely knew my grandfather. I tried to tell someone “he was like this-” and I came up short: who was my grandfather?

dough challah

He let me eat apple pie for breakfast. He was my father’s father. He was bald. He liked to garden. He was a teacher, and some kind of occasional preacher. He came from a village called something like Jacksondale, which…

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How To Grieve With Challah Bread

Eating With My Fingers

My grandfather is dead: I do not know how to grieve. So I make bread.

In the Bible they call bread the staff of life (my grandfather might have liked this: he liked religion), but really it’s the staff of grief. And rage, and guilt. I do not know how to grieve. I am twenty-two: my grandparents had children young, and I thought they would all die old. Older. I do not know how to grieve. I do not know how to grieve my grandfather’s passing, because I barely knew my grandfather. I tried to tell someone “he was like this-” and I came up short: who was my grandfather?

dough challah

He let me eat apple pie for breakfast. He was my father’s father. He was bald. He liked to garden. He was a teacher, and some kind of occasional preacher. He came from a village called something like Jacksondale, which…

View original post 1,738 more words

DANGEROUS REFUGE

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On the surface Shaye Townsend has little in common with Tanner.He’s a hard-edged big city cop come home to the historic Davis family ranch to settle his uncle’s estate.She’s working for an environmental conservancy that acquires and protects old ranches and she wants to preserve the Davis homestead.When the suspicious death of Tanner’s uncle at his ranch throws the two opposites together,tempers flare and sparks fly.While they have trouble seeing eye to eye,Shaye and Tanner agree on one thing:They need to uncover the truth.Combining their unique skills Shaye’s low-key approach and local connections and Tanner’s experience as a homicide detective the unlikely pair share long nights in the pursuit of justice.Before they know it,the friction they generate turns to heat,igniting a love neither ever expected to find.They believe passion this intense cannot last.But when Shaye becomes a killer’s target,Tanner realizes he’d give up anything to protect her…

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After the earthquake, during the rain

Mithai Mumblezz

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When a disaster strikes, we can feel how diminutive and forlorn we are to the mighty wraith of nature.

A pair of roses in the name of all the lost souls of Nepal and everyone who suffered bereavement in the form of loved ones or property.
May you find peace back in life in the coming days.

The tremors could even be felt wildly in the northern part of India….and shortly after, it started raining with cold winds wrecking the windows and trees.

The loud pattering of rain drops, chilly winds caressing my face, witnessing the dark phantom clouds….. I felt so infinitesimal in this very big world.

Lives being lost in my neighboring country by the miff of nature while in another part of the world I’m beholding it in its most ethereal contour. Baffling!!

Looking at these baby pink roses in our rooftop garden embedded with…

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Bruce Jenner’s story hits close to home for me

words are all i have

I am uncertain at what point during the Bruce Jenner-Diane Sawyer tete-a-tete that I first reached across my coffee table to fetch a piece of tissue paper. I just know it was not a one-off.

Fortunately, Kleenex is not in short supply in my modest home.

Yes, I wept freely and often as the former world’s greatest athlete shared his story with Sawyer, because he was telling my story. No, I am not a former Olympic champion and my picture never has graced the front of a Wheaties box. I have zero connection to the Kardashians. The paparazzi do not hound me. Late night gab guys on TV do not crack wise about me.

Trust me, though. Bruce Jenner’s story is my story. It’s just that I’m ahead of him on the curve.

He was born with male junk 65 years ago. Ditto.

He slipped into his sister’s dress for the…

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