Saturday night. My husband returned from shul and tried to turn the key in the lock —the same key he had used earlier in the day. But the key would not turn. Read More
If I could be at my grandparents’ house on a Friday before dusk I could watch my grandmother light the Sabbath candles. Read More
My thoughts race to a dark place this time as I trek home from the hospital. Read More
She was so beautiful—like a poem silenced and given no name. She was just what the world fears most—a woman put together, need unmet, yet cleverly resolved and blameless. A Jewish woman who’d survived numerous rewrites and script changes. Read More
‘Japan?’ Rachel is still utterly confused. ‘Why didn’t you tell me, wait. You haven’t answered my question. Why have you been invited to support these Jewish refugees? Read More
Just like the roses in The Broken Jar, he hopes his life and legacy will reflect integrity, unity and harmony. Read More
