Each tribe entered a different pathway, treading parallel paths across the seabed. We move through life intersecting, merging, diverging. Twelve accounts of journeys we take together yet alone,
WAVES OF MEMORY With the years came introspection. Memories of two little girls giggling on the pinkish-gray carpet of teens fighting for space at the mirror of two young mothers pushing babies in the swings; they kept washing over me and receding strong waves and weaker ones salty like the ocean and tears
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As Told to Faigy Schonfeld
When I opened my closet the night before first grade the scent of Downy Rose powder-like drifted from the shelves. Two starched shirts two green cotton sweaters two plaid uniform skirts two pairs of patent leather shoes smooth and new.
It was like a picture of our lives my big sister Etty and I. Neatly lined up matching in pairs fresh happy and better together.
I had friends throughout the years and they were great but Etty was always first. We dangled our feet off the matching trundle beds spun identical fantasies as the late afternoon sun spilled gold across the carpet.
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