Dear Ellen, Year 10. It all started when you were turning 50 and I was turning 18. You were an out and proud, successful entertainer and talk show host. I was a closeted, awkward high school senior. Somehow, sharing a birthday with you get more poignant than sharing a birthday with Wayne Gretzky.

Or are you? A type of end anyway. 8220;We need you to resign. I thought I heard wrong. I sat trying to compute her words. None of them made sense.

Or are you? A type of end anyway. 8220;We need you to resign. I thought I heard wrong. I sat trying to compute her words. None of them made sense.

Trying to figure out the workings of Jews and Jesus, Yiddish erotic poetry, and my new found feminism. Writer, Editor, Interviewer, Mother, Coffee House Wanderer, Tattooed Jew, Proud Queer trying to find her way through a new life on her own. Thursday, April 16, 2015. I want to write her name in the sky.

Kissing, charity, and kissing for charity. Thank you, Kiss Chronicles. Approximately five years ago, I began writing the. So I asked myself, what can I do? The instant, obvious answer was, Write. And then the exhaustion caught up to me. I stopped trying to find an audience for the book. I stopped paying attention to the social media work. The more I rested, though, the more rel.