As the storm comes nearer, I count ten seconds after the lightning before the thunder hits. We watch, entranced, reveling in the feel of nature’s power.
Here on this land purchased from Sheryll’s family, we have no one to compete with but ourselves. It’s our chance to be who we are, rather than who others think we ought to be.
This is not my first time at the shut-in rodeo. I saw my agoraphobicmother struggle, suffer during my early 1970s adolescence, preparingme well for the day […]
This land remembers, a constant echo, wherever I wander,whether between halfway places or brittle stormsover the fence at the edge of our woods near our homea […]
It was 2008. I was exhausted, traveling solo through the country, tired of airports already, and had only just begun this adventure. But there you were, […]
The rain fell relentlessly – the type of heavy rain that soaked right through your clothes within a minute. The grey denseness of the sky contradicted […]
Ratnapur looks like a dreamy village hidden in abundant green foliage and washed with bubbling rivers and rivulets. But like any other place on earth, it […]
How easily we put on and take offthe sparkle and shine. What it hideswas worth something, too, but today, as the needles drop and scatter, andtinsel […]
That year, Chanukah fell on Thanksgiving, which gave the young rabbi a dilemma. While it meant there wouldn’t be the traditional confusion of Christmas with a […]
First candle. Our first apartment. We download the blessings off the internet because we don’t remember the words. I run my finger along the Hebrew script […]
This is the story of Saucer-Eyed SueWho simpers and swoons over old Mr. Scrooge. We all know the story, oh, yes we doOf old Ebeneezer,That skinflint […]