Weigh Less
So many women struggle with body image. I was always overweight, or over the weight society and my mother expected of me…
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Becoming a Mother-In-Law
It is a real honor and joy to have a daughter-in-law whom you love and respect and can have fun with…
Cashmere For The Generation
This essay tells the story of my immigrant family history through a progression of sweaters…
Pushcart Nomination
I’m writing a quick post because I’ve got some exciting news. Anodyne Magazine has nominated one of my essays for the Pushcart Prize, an award that is given for the best “poetry, short fiction, essays or literary whatnot published in the small presses over the previous year.” (Wikipedia)
The Orange Earrings
The Jewish community, my family, are still mourning the murder of the two Bibas babies, Kfir and Ariel and their brave mother, Shiri. We must bring home all the hostages!
Sorrow Through Facebook
The death of a young person is always tragic. This story, about a former college student of mine raises more questions than it answers. I can only hope she rests in peace.
Becoming a Dad
So excited to see the photo of my kids on the cover of this lovely print magazine. Essay tells the story of my son as a new dad and his endeavor to get his wife to the hospital in what might have been an emergency. I am so proud of him as a parent!
The Albatross
As we age, our experience with beauty and nature can become more precious, if we are open. This is especially true as we confront the fragility of our own human frame. The theme of this journal was “inhale, Exhale” and, in my life, I grow to appreciate the blessing of each breath, in and out.
One Wedding and a Funeral
“One Wedding and a Funeral” is an essay, representing a chapter of my upcoming memoir, about being the mother of Seattle cop during the days of the Defund Movement. It sadly tells the story of one young police officer who lost her life serving her community during this time (in a separate incident) and what that means to me as a cop mom.
The Survivor
Marion, Indiana is a struggling rust belt town up SR 69 from Indianapolis. The Mississinewa River is the prettiest geographic feature of the city, and Matter Park stretches for green miles along it. Marion was my home for seventeen years. Most days, I walked along the river, looking for blue herons standing on one leg in the shallows. Then I crossed over a little hill in the park to visit a memorial to the young soldiers who died in Iraq and Afghanistan. I wandered along the curved pathway and said a silent prayer for each of the dead boys represented by the eight plaques that line its bricked sidewalk.