Destiny –without an e​


I grew up as a working class kid in Yonkers, New York. My parents sent me to Catholic schools, where I learned equal doses of discipline and terror. I spent my third and fourth grade in public school where all of my friends were Jewish. My teacher, Mrs. Chachkes, came from a Jewish merchant family that lived in south Yonkers and sold furniture.  She wore her blonde hair parted on the side in a soft wave that had the tendency to fall forward and cover her left eye.  She told me that I could rhyme well and master long words with complex meanings. She told me I was a natural born writer.

By the time I returned to Catholic school, I had a nun instruct the class to write a poem without using the letter e. No one could do it except for me. After I turned in my poem,...

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it’s what we do: a homily for my mother

she floated across the kitchen, grabbed our biggest butcher knife, and met the girls father at the door. he was the kind of man who took to abuse of all kinds, and she wasn’t to be messed with. told him , if you touch her again, set foot on my property, I will surely kill you. he smirked, but it didn’t last long, his lips turning at the site of the knife at her side as she asked him, kindly, to leave.

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