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 →

Sweet Islam

   She sits in prayer, eyes closed, holding the limp infant. Although she is wealthy, her baby is starving to Continue reading →

The Sounds I Cannot Hear

What if I mattered? What if sin, time and death don’t exist? What do the dying see that we do Continue reading →

Inner Rooms

[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 →

Kerala in South India: A Separate, Gentle Place

Because I know North India so well, South India stunned me. All the usual images of India – camels, turbans, Continue reading →