One Girl’s Basketball Diary
I love basketball. Not as in, I love Neil Diamond,I hum along when he\’s on the radio. No.
I love basketball. Not as in, I love Neil Diamond,I hum along when he\’s on the radio. No.
I remember coming home from my first date witha boy.
You read me! You really read me!
When I perused the stack of letters in response to my recent column on the difficulty of finding friends in a new city, I not only felt less like a huge loser, but I was reminded what it means to have a community. When I question why being Jewish is important, I will look at those letters and know.
\”Don\’t you want to play with the other little girls?\” my grandmother asked me one summer, while the two of us sat on a park bench near a pack of screaming children.
I buried my head deeper into my book.
Brief synopsis of my recent dating history.