The Auspicious Weekend of Passover and Easter
Easter and Passover in the same weekend. Mighty themes to contemplate: leaving bondage, resurrecting. New life. Freedom—mine and that of others without which mine is not complete. Then this morning, on Easter Sunday itself, I found a dead mouse floating in the toilet of my downstairs bathroom.
Interrupted By War, A Poem
When I was old enough, my mother showed me
a picture of her father she had shredded—
tucking the tiny pieces into her bra
to keep them hidden during The War.
When God Takes The Mother
My mother’s story is one of the most valuable gifts she has given me—in which she describes the most valuable gift her mother gave her, at a time when unfathomable despair—not invincible hope—might have been expected.
The beach, chocolate and a pen
Writing together, we have learned to greet and hold our own and each other’s most tender and most outrageous expressions and everything in between.
Hot tea in hand, we get cozy on sofas and rocking chairs, behind us walls the color of peach skin.
