The Fire and the Roses

Eleven years ago we were getting ready to leave the house for the first seder at Jane’s house.…

Scatter Light

Summer brings many surprises. Last night, my friend’s 4-year old son was outside under the dark of the…

The Gathering and The Safety of the Burrito

I woke to a dream where I was on the street in twilight. With my little child.   A…

On inspiration’s expiration’s inspiration.

  I recently read a piece from Maya Angelou: she said that although she had a large house,…

The Lost Mariners and Almost Missing Maui

This morning I heard the most amazing story. There was a cruise ship – and a Greek captain…

Watch me reading The Hospital Bed.

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Gleaming gone.

When my son was very, very small, there was a book we used to read to him. This…

“Everything is pretty”.

Once someone came to my dinner table and pronounced “everything is pretty”. I suppose that they might have…

Singers at Siesta

It was on the first day at the park when we saw him playing the guitar, sitting between…

Chaos, Kindness & The Flood of Garlic.

To write this, I wrote it five times — and then a sixth.  It was still a mess.…

On the Sixteenth.

We wanted to see Picasso’s Guernica one more time so we headed out early, after breakfast, to the…

I am not afraid of Hell.

If the worst thing we can be is to not be ourselves; If our greatest sin is despair……

Fishing & The Hospital Bed

Yesterday they brought a hospital bed into my father’s house Of course, in the past few weeks he…

Spam & Pomegranates

Today I take off on a flight of fancy. So…. Spam, you know, is more than just unwanted…

The Way of the Pencil

Next to my grandparents’ telephone was a little silver can of little sharp pencils. Very little pencils. As…

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