My adolescence progressed normally: enough misery to keep the death wish my usual state, an occasional high to keep me from actually taking the gas-p…

- Faye Moskowitz

There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely traged…

- Faye Moskowitz

Jewish Christmas' - that's what my gentile friends called Chanukah when I was growing up in Michigan in the thirties and forties. Anachronistic, yes,…

- Faye Moskowitz

Christmas was a miserable time for a Jewish child in those days, and I still recall the feeling. ... Decades later, I still feel left out at Christma…

- Faye Moskowitz

Adolescence is a twentieth-century invention most parents approach with dread and look back on with the relief of survivors.

- Faye Moskowitz

I still grieve for the words unsaid. Something terrible happens when we stop the mouths of the dying before they are dead. A silence grows up between…

- Faye Moskowitz

For who will testify, who will accurately describe our lives if we do not do it ourselves?

- Faye Moskowitz