Jun 152011
Living Vicariously

My maternal grandfather passed away a handful of years ago. He never pronounced my name correctly. I’m sure he loved me in the best way he could, but hearing my name mispronounced always felt like fingernails on a chalkboard. No. More accurately, a searing feeling of insignificance. My paternal grandfather passed away when I was […]

Jun 012011

Night, in its brevity and simplicity elicits a tortured uneasiness that forces me beyond my comfort zone. The book opens in 1941 with Elie Wiesel as a thirteen-year-old telling of his relationship with his mentor, the lovable, if awkward, Moishe the Beadle. Six pages into the book Moishe is crammed into a cattle car with […]