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In which I torture myself with no relief.

I’m working on my gift-giving skills. I’ve been told I should.

The woman next to me at the bar.

Trump wants to back us Jews into a corner: support him or else.

Just a simple, gestural, incomplete list of some things I like.

Effortless, ethereal beauty.

I don’t like being alone. But being with people doesn’t always help.

I don’t like waiting.

A haiku about the moment of connection — or disconnection.

Writer’s block, terror, and the strange paralysis of not being able to write about something awesome — even when a woman’s mouth hangs in the balance.