When she’s not ignoring social expectations, writing about her very real American Shtetl, and living like she’s on a elder hostel, Shoshana Martyniak can be found editing a monthly Jewish publication while breastfeeding her baby. She resides in a quietly crime ridden city with her very own Giant Gentile, her sweet children, The Great Rabbi and The Queen Mum, and her lackadaisical American Bulldog.
Shosh’s blogging began with shvaygshosh and zavtikpregnancy, but she’s taken it to the next level by launching her own blog: Shoshuga. Warning, Shoshuga.com is a work in progress. It is still needs to be completed!
Writing is falling in love. It drowns and baptizes, comforts and
criticizes. It is a leap of faith into icy waters and the warmth of a
caress. Writing is empty pages. It is details that reveal too much too
soon or leave too many words left unsaid.
Writing is falling in love. Writing stays up secret telling, giggling
hysterically, and crying on the floor. It is emotion at its most bare.
It is grief and devotion. It is humility and arrogance. It is honesty
and treachery in the same breath.
Writing is falling in love. It shivers with delight and then falls down the
abyss of confusion. It is the constant dream of someone else, something
more, some other meaning, some better path to understanding. It is
failure and success; solace and distress. Writing is falling in love. Writing
wants to be loved back.