Perspectives

“What…what is this place? Everything is so different. What has happened? How long was I asleep?”

The ground beneath me trembles and shifts. The earth is so unstable, as though it is ready to give way at any moment. It is so hot to the touch, too. It is a wonder I did not bake on top of it while I was out. I have to find some clue of what has happened to me.

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A Temple With A View

My father grew up in a fairly orthodox Jewish household; meaning sometimes his family kept kosher and his story definitely took place in New Jersey or New York. My mother was raised in a fairly observant Catholic household; meaning hats and gloves were worn every Sunday, and her observance ended promptly upon her eighteenth birthday. Continue reading A Temple With A View