essays

I felt the glow of divinity this morning as I scrubbed my son’s ankles and toes, as I ran the washcloth...

A depressive state visited me last night. It lingered in the background during sleep, making itself known as I occasionally tossed and turned. It was there when I awoke this morning...

When I think of King Solomon’s passionate poetry of divine love, my thoughts go to the mezuzah that hung on the bedroom door frame of the house I shared with my ex-husband...