I started writing poetry again — Remember when I first met you? I bet you didn’t know I hadn’t been writing Until I told you all about The Day There Was No Poetry Which was like crazy for me, right? (That is, if you know me) because there was always poetry I always had a journal in my…

I lost Simcha a few more times in my rebellious youth. I lost a piece of her when I lost the first Moroccan gold bracelet that mi Abuela gave me. It was a thick gold bangle that I cherished. — I hated Hebrew school. I really did. It was dark and dingy and the teachers were so bossy and cold. All of the desks were in rows. The hallways were darkly lit and musty. The cafeteria was teeming with students.

From the outside, it looks like any other seaside village, but inside, tells a very different story about the nudist sub-culture — At the far end of the coastline of Cap d’Age, France, is where beachgoers forgo their inhibitions and clothing. However, one would never know that this naturist paradise exists in this quaint town in the South of France. From the outside, it looks like any other seaside village, but inside…

June 22, 2023, at Flying Books — The Toronto book launch for Hoods of Motherhood: A Collection of Poems (published by Prolific Pulse Press LLC) was successful! The venue in downtown Toronto, Flying Books was a gorgeous backdrop — they have so many colourful books. I wish to thank all my family, friends, colleagues, and fellow…

a poem — I’m so sick of hearing about the bad things that makeup does to us What about the good things it does for us? Like when your face hurts so hard from the depression with puffy eyes from all those tearing tears that the makeup soothes with rounded brush strokes rounding…

a poem — No one thinks of buying a return ticket on love it’s the one thing you take a one-way ticket for but is it a one-way ticket to paradise, to the moon, or to hell you can never leave like a hotel California No one wants to have to buy a…

a poem — When they warned you not to sell the farm but you sold the ranch When they told you not to throw the baby out with the bathwater but you sold the tub When they warned you not to have the whole cake and eat it too but you sold the…

Just because I have large breasts doesn’t mean I’m a spokesperson or want to be treated like a freak show — It’s been a while since we’ve talked about breasts and the shame that comes along with having them or not having them. When I blogged about how uncomfortable it made me when others asked if and when I was going to get a breast reduction in Why Don’t You Just…

A love poem — Kiss me like lovers do miss me like lovers do tease me like lovers do rub me all over you Sip me like lovers do dip me like lovers do across a stuffy ballroom dancefloor forevermore Lose me like lovers do only to find me like lovers do like lovers do like lovers do hiding and…