Thank you Ronit, for this beautifully written, vulnerable, and honest share🙏🏻 (love your podcast, too 😉)
This touched me on a deeper level since we left Israel when I was 8 1/2 years old and moved to NYC in February ! I’ve been traumatized by the cold since 🥶 .
Though my parents stayed together for 22 years, there was a palpable silence that raised me alongside their dysfunctional marriage. I’m in the midst of writing my memoir now and feeling into all of this history.
Thank you for inviting me to feel my experience, through reading yours.
Moving at that young age, especially leaving Israel, must have been really hard.
Congratulations on working on your memoir! I love how you put this: “a palpable silence that raised me alongside their dysfunctional marriage”. We really do feel so much even at very young ages.
Thank you for your reply and for your well wishes. 100% agree. Kids have an intuitive thermostat even if they can't put words to it, there's a deeper knowing.
The winter bus that never came and the friends who took you in and showed you care - going from being invisible and (literally) frozen out to the warmth of reconnection. Really powerful imagery.
Beautiful and lyrical and quiet and hopeful, this essay of loss. I have read the full memoir, inspiring in itself. Though I am mesmerized by this condensed version and wonder how you did it! Something to admire and study. I am glad that the shadows are diminishing. Perhaps that is the power of telling your story. Mazeltov.
What beautiful writing. I was right there swimming with her, eating oranges, and soaking up the sun. Then....
I was left wanting more, finding out how she eventually found the light again.
Mesmerizing.
Thank you for reading this, Dianne. 🧡 And for sharing my work.
wow! I felt every word!
Thank you, Vin! 🧡
Beautiful, wonderful imagery.
Thank you so much for reading this, Jane. 🧡
This is stunning, Ronit!
Candace, thank you so much for reading this and for this note. ❤️❤️
Beautiful
Thank you for reading my work, Jodi. ❤️
Thank you Ronit, for this beautifully written, vulnerable, and honest share🙏🏻 (love your podcast, too 😉)
This touched me on a deeper level since we left Israel when I was 8 1/2 years old and moved to NYC in February ! I’ve been traumatized by the cold since 🥶 .
Though my parents stayed together for 22 years, there was a palpable silence that raised me alongside their dysfunctional marriage. I’m in the midst of writing my memoir now and feeling into all of this history.
Thank you for inviting me to feel my experience, through reading yours.
Xo In deep gratitude 🙏🏻 Tamy
Tamy, thank you so much for reading my piece.❤️
Moving at that young age, especially leaving Israel, must have been really hard.
Congratulations on working on your memoir! I love how you put this: “a palpable silence that raised me alongside their dysfunctional marriage”. We really do feel so much even at very young ages.
Thank you for your reply and for your well wishes. 100% agree. Kids have an intuitive thermostat even if they can't put words to it, there's a deeper knowing.
I'll 'see' you (listen) on your podcast😊✨💕
The winter bus that never came and the friends who took you in and showed you care - going from being invisible and (literally) frozen out to the warmth of reconnection. Really powerful imagery.
What a beautiful piece, Ronit!
Laila, thank you so much for reading it. ❤️❤️
This resonates with me so much! Bravo! 👏
"We were like sore throats" Such a powerful description I've never heard before.
Your imaged-filled writing is beautiful! I really loved this.
Sadie, thank you so much for sharing my work. ❤️
Beautiful and lyrical and quiet and hopeful, this essay of loss. I have read the full memoir, inspiring in itself. Though I am mesmerized by this condensed version and wonder how you did it! Something to admire and study. I am glad that the shadows are diminishing. Perhaps that is the power of telling your story. Mazeltov.