The Sweet Jar – Episode 11
“…she always strove to repair the small tears in the fabric of society to make things better, to leave things better than when she found them.”
In attesa – waiting
While we watched an Italian game show, we packed. So it was extra easy the next morning to…
Mille passi – a thousand steps
There is a place I have wanted to go. But last time I was not mobile and it…
Questi stivali – these boots.
It was many years ago during a dermatological excision that we, in our family, learned that Nancy Sinatra…
I prossimi passi …the next steps
We did it. We flew. The first day I always think — I am fine. But it is…
Wedding Bells & The Blue Shoes
I am not the first to write about a wedding and neither will I be the last. My…
The Hanukkah of Fire & Light.
It was a hundred years ago and it was ten. It was a time when the world was a certain way — before it became a different kind of world, a certain other kind of way.
Il blu — and the parrot.
Faccio un casino. I am a bit of a mess. Time zones, eh. I am meeting B, of…
Doing what Romans do.
We were in this country for so very long before we made it down to Roma. So…
Doppelgängers & cream.
It is my first time in England. Me, who called our rabbit King George because he thought he…
The Fire and the Roses
Eleven years ago we were getting ready to leave the house for the first seder at Jane’s house.…
The Taxi-Driver’s Tale.
When the taxi arrived the driver was anxious to share with me that he was from Lebanon –…
My Uber driver kissed me and it wasn’t even creepy.
I wasn’t looking for drama. I really wasn’t. But that morning they left me at the table,…
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,…