Chana's Journal
To my dearest friend M. A few weeks ago you came to visit me in a dream. You and I were sitting next to each other, on your old, worn sofa. The one we always spoke about replacing, yet...
Who Am I? I am the little girl in twirly pink dresses, speckled with cartwheels in the sand. Feminine. Strong. I feel the buzz of fireflies dancing in my heart. I am the felt experience of memories shining in my...
