He eats a lot because he has an emotional

He eats a lot because he has an emotional

abyss, so deep, so wide, so infinitely black...endless, desperate,impossible to fill. The hole wasn't there six months ago. No, it was her fault his soul was empty. She didn't feed

my snake either. "Enough of this crap," I thought to myself. "Mama!" I cried, "I'm moving out. Help me pack." But I didn't know where to go or how to move my whole collection of

sloughed snake skins. "Do your own packing!" Mama shouted back, "I'm off to Fallujah with the milkman. We're making a new life together!" I'd never packed a suitcase before. How

clothing in the most satisfying way, neat and symmetrical. Thinking ahead to the trip, my mind began to fill with expectations of adventure and love. Or danger, is it the same

Thing? The pen wrote by itself, and I found something folded on my kitchen table, when I got up the next day. The cats were still sound asleep on top of my golden notebook. There

was nothing to do but to carefully unfold the note. I was startled to see that it was written in Yiddish. Luckily

I happened to be fluent in Yiddish, having a deep sense instilled in me that this knowledge may prove useful one day. I began to read the first few lines and to my horror deduced

that I loved Padma, and things weren't as bad as I thought they seemed!