
Singing Hope
[Part II of “Inner Rooms”] If I were singing the poem of my husband’s life, I’d sing of his laughing Continue reading
[Part II of “Inner Rooms”] If I were singing the poem of my husband’s life, I’d sing of his laughing Continue reading
[published in the Winter 2017 edition of “Tiferet Journal”] It’s 2 am on a cool November night in 1970. I’m on Continue reading
by Jean Gendreau No one forced me to do it. My Muslim father in law’s only comment was that the Continue reading
We lift off our black veils and straighten our regular clothes, which are blue jeans and T-shirts. On the sofa Continue reading