Last summer it was the 3 boys....this Sukkot it is the 4 parents.
Let us be humble as the dust and yet great enough to muster the world's direst of prayers.
A poem about my potential encounter with my deceased grandmother one Yom Kippur—and fear, doubt, mystery, and the mystical power of the sun.
Chai Elul Sameach! A message for you from the angels on this auspicious day.
A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
A poem about yearning for the soul of the soul, for the collective that erases the one, for the wholeness of oneness within the collective, for Gd inside and out.
Chaya lays down the details of why she lives in Israel. With story, spoken word and soul.
