Topanga Seed (Ch. 56)

“Full disclosure,” Levi said when Damien called him that night. “Full disclosure,” Damien agreed. It was their game. When one had something they had to confess, they came straight out and said it. No hiding, no little games, no “maybe he’ll never find out”. None of that nonsense which populated bad movies, in which a…

Topanga Seed (Ch. 55)

“Love is the most important ingredient in anything you bake,” the rabbi intoned to the students in Baking the Spiritual Way. “I have just wasted sixty fucking dollars taking this bullshit class,” Levi thought, restraining himself from throwing his arms in the air as if to say, “Why did I bother? I wanted to know…

Topanga Seed (Ch. 53)

If to love was to live than when Levi and Damien made love late that morning, it was an unspoken way to celebrate that life. In all of Damien’s years, he had never seen anyone as shattered as Levi, nor as loyal, nor as strong. To see the actual grounds where Levi and so many…

Topanga Seed (Ch. 50)

Perhaps it had been his dread about coming to Atlanta again, or perhaps he had begun to believe in the things the Braunstein Center aimed to teach. But Levi had purchased a gold-plated charm and, following a rabbinical blessing, added it to his purple string bracelet from the Braunstein Center. The charm was the Hebrew…

Topanga Seed (Ch. 49)

Stepping outside the Georgian Terrace that morning was not as hard on Levi as either he or Damien had thought it would be. Peachtree Street at the Fox Triangle had been home to him and, even now–with Hollywood his adopted home and Atlanta relegated to his past and relegated there without sentimentality–Peachtree Street instantly felt…