Where I’m Calling From, and Other Stories


“But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window — maybe rearrange all the furniture.”

I have revamped the Heebavore. I’m nowhere near done, but I am sparkling. And, honestly, still have quite a few broken windows to repair. So here I am — typing away in a brand new room, a new neighborhood, with a new kitten, new roommates, new friends, and in many ways, yet another new life. Though I dropped the blog in October of last year, when one life crisis after another hit, a tidal wave of typical misfortunes of the average 20-something, I’ve returned.

I’m not the kind of girl to disappear altogether.

Around the same time, I was given the opportunity to begin guest posting with the Jew and the Carrot, where I have been since. There I have touched on the great melancholy that has accompanied me for longer than I care to admit publicly, and I have begun to turn that into a clamoring joy. Such things that are much more fitting for the blog, and, of course, myself. Waking up to the light shining through the 7 windows of my new room, facing west, my daily oblivion is a little brighter. Until we meet again —

Where I’ve been calling from (and other stories):

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