Sometimes it’s easier to let go.

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I feel like the worst person in the world. He died right in front of my eyes, releasing his last breath from his little body. His arms and legs had been flailing as I stood by helplessly for minutes. What was I to do? I knew there was no hope for him. He lay on his back, in the corner, out of sight of the conventional eye. But I, with my strong awareness of anything out of the usual or out of order, noticed. I noticed it immediately and tried to keep the eyes…

By Miriam Weiser

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It worries me how future generations will read the history of what is happening right now in America and the world. With so many outright lies and misinformation spewing forth from every corner and niche, with the exceedingly mounting anger and fury and passion from all sides, how will the future know the real truth and nothing but the truth? Everyone, on all sides of course, knows their own absolute truth. But there is only one real truth. …

On writing when there’s nothing to write

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It’s Sunday morning and I’m getting ready to write and my mind, as well as my page, is blank. Yesterday was Shabbos, a day where no workday activity is done, and the one day of the week where the ideas come fast and furious. It is the day I have the most time to read, and that is a good place to garner ideas for writing. …

By Miriam Weiser

I was forty-one years old, about to marry off my oldest child and expecting my youngest. At this age, pregnancy didn’t come easy. It was my seventh pregnancy, and my body felt too old to be carrying again. My bones were achy all the time. I had great difficulty moving around in general and twisting and turning from side to side in bed, as I found myself doing several times a night. My hips were pleading for me to stay on the couch, but I had things to do. …

ANNIE, by Miriam Weiser

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I was a homeless girl, barely fifteen years old. I had been roaming the streets for who-knows-how long, eating out of better people’s garbage and sleeping wherever I could find space for my 5'1" body. I didn’t know for sure that I was 5'1", but according to the chart in front of the mall, the one with the Loony Toons character hovering over it, I was. I just about reached the height of the chart. That was how I determined my height. As for my age, I guessed. Although I’d been fourteen for who-knows-how long, I…

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I am willing to bet that almost everyone you will encounter will have something negative to say about their childhood and upbringing. It is nearly impossible to find a single adult who doesn’t want to give their own children a better childhood than they themselves had.

Some of us, though, have had worse childhoods than others. This is not an article about comparing sorrowful lives. It is said that if everyone would put their troubles in a bag and all the bags would be laid out on a table for all to choose from, then each man would choose his…

By Miriam Weiser

That day wasn’t the first time in her life that Dina entered the hospital, but it was with a different feeling. She had left the night before in a fog. It had been a fitful night, full of nightmares. Now, she was so confused that she stood by the elevator in a trance for ten minutes before she finally entered. Confusion had been a persistent presence in her life for as long as she could remember, so not all of it was new. But it sure was different.

Dina took the elevator to the eighth floor, to…

By Miriam Weiser

I’m sitting on a hard folding chair that is threatening to crack under my heavy weight and I’m watching the children run and play. I see their arms flailing and their legs flying. They don’t think twice or look down to watch their step. They don’t take a deep breath or take a moment to contemplate each time they bend. They don’t check for cracks on the sidewalk or steps at the curb. They run and twirl freely. Their bodies are flexible as jelly fish and I wish I had that.

Not their bodies. I am too…

By Miriam Weiser

“You’re not as good a liar as you think you are.”

I turned away as she said that. My best friend knew me better than I thought. “You don’t need to hide your true thoughts,” she continued. “It’s been a difficult few month.”

“I’ve been luckier than most,” I answered.

“That has nothing to do with you. You don’t get to measure other people’s problems with yours.”

“I know.”

“But do you really? Then why’d you just tell me you’re okay?”

How could I explain that to the friend who lost a parent to a deadly virus? How could I complain to someone who had nine kids at…

Who am I to say what’s right to believe in?

As Dennis Prager said the other day on his show; Science or God: do you have to pick one? We’ve all heard it; I don’t believe in God; I believe in science. That’s fine, but how do you get good and evil from science? Science tells you facts. But science doesn’t tell you what to do with those facts, or how to deal with them. Science tells you how to build a bomb, he said. But it doesn’t tell you how or when to use it.

I’m a bit of a background person. I mean, I have a voice, a…

Miriam Weiser

I am a full time Wife and Mom. I am a part time writer. Published three books to date and would love to write Your story.

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