I thought I knew who I was, but how much of me was really me?
A poem on a Penn Station wall inspired my own poem about what I want, need, and hope for at this difficult moment.
Attempting to deal with the darkness in this world, I was moved to respond to the terror in the way I know best: through my art. Tree of Life. Pittsburgh PA. 10.27.18 Below were my thoughts and words as I created the painting. Darkness Good morning. Today is Monday, two...
During crisis, we are reminded of the deep connections we have with our fellow Jews.
Keep calm and...feel G-d's mysterious presence within the chaos?
My search for the answer as my eldest turns 21.
As we mourn the tragedy in Pittsburgh, we come together to express our pain through a collection of poetry and short essays. Come join us.
