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!
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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.
My Father – A Song
Memories of my father drift and ebb like the movements of the Seine: my childhood with him, the way he glowed when his favorite song played on the radio, and stories he told me of his time in France during World War II…
Searching for Cranberries in February
In this piece of flash nonfiction, I draw upon the complexities of searching for berries out of season, and how this simple task can become a part of a mother’s love and desire to soothe the yearnings of her pregnant daughter, as well as the grandchild within her womb.