
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
We lift off our black veils and straighten our regular clothes, which are blue jeans and T-shirts. On the sofa Continue reading