Category Archives: Gad-Cykman, Avital

Growing Pains

by Avital Gad-Cykman

The sun is absent, we inform the secretary at the principal’s office. (more…)

Farewell & Bodies

by Avital Gad-Cykman


I haven’t spoken to you two enough, if at all, and you’re already leaving. I have to let you go, glorious constructions of Queenstown. (more…)

The String Theory

by Avital Gad-Cykman

Last month, our favorite flight company (TRRRR: usually cheap, rarely retires airplanes) started employing rag dolls as air hostesses. My husband and I were reluctant to fly with them, since we dislike alterations and surprises, masqueraded gates to disappointments. But we had to visit his aging parents, and changing companies would have defied steadiness as well. So habit triumphed. (more…)