There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely tragedy rattles the teeth of our already shaken confidence. We want to domesticate death,… — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
Christmas was a miserable time for a Jewish child in those days, and I still recall the feeling. ... Decades later, I still feel… — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
Adolescence is a twentieth-century invention most parents approach with dread and look back on with the relief of survivors. — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
For who will testify, who will accurately describe our lives if we do not do it ourselves? — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
My adolescence progressed normally: enough misery to keep the death wish my usual state, an occasional high to keep me from actually taking the… — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
Jewish Christmas' - that's what my gentile friends called Chanukah when I was growing up in Michigan in the thirties and forties. Anachronistic, yes,… — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
I still grieve for the words unsaid. Something terrible happens when we stop the mouths of the dying before they are dead. A silence… — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control,… — Faye Moskowitz Copy Share Image
