Almost as often as I change the furniture around in my house, I like to play with the look and feel of the blog. Please …
The best coworker I ever had was the one who every morning sat with me for a half hour while drinking our morning coffee and …
I love photography even though I’ve never been as good at the art as I might have liked; might have been. I’m grateful — seriously, …
It’s likely I will never understand the passage of time. By the time I understand I will have passed time. Quickly like the express train. …
“We took our coffee into the living room. He stood at the stereo and asked if I had any requests. ‘Something Blue-ish,’ I said. While he flipped …
My dreams are poems Righting themselves upside down in Not-for-long Ville. Still fresh with relief when I wake I take a pen so I may …
Meg’s mother picked up the pair of brown tortoise shell reading glasses from the top of the bedroom dresser. She gently put them on and …
There is a cry lodged There at the farthest most upper reaches There at the roof of my mouth. There, its origin may be found …
As the two-minute siren commemorating Yom HaZikaron (Israel’s Memorial Day for the fallen) began its descent, a poem began to rise. Please take a few …
I’m on again in my on again-off again relationship with yoga. This, perhaps, is why you might find more typos in this post than normal. …
I was one of those kids who was afraid of the dark. Now, when I say “one of those kids” I do pause for a …
This time of year in Israel is often uncomfortable for me. I won’t say difficult, because it seems highly inappropriate to label anything in my …
“There’s an echo in the wind Makes me wonder where I’ve been” The closest appliance to a time travel machine I’ve ever owned arrived in …
It’s no secret I love old books. I cry over them like they’re wounded, abandoned puppies crouching behind a garbage bin in the rain. Sometimes …
Don’t believe a word of it. Not a letter. Not even a space or a hard return. None of it is to be trusted nor …
There are 123 days left until 40. 1 – 2 – 3 and like that I will be Over the Hill. Which hill? The hill …
At least this Jewish mother … Best wishes to my friends and readers who celebrate freedom this week. Happy Passover.