Somewhere between heart and home there is that place of coronation, a throne of tin, twine, copper, and oil.
In the fourth installment of this series, Mother takes Girl to the beach, where she hopes to rediscover their long-lost connection.
Are we meant to think of self-sacrifice? Of the Akeida? Of listening to G-d no matter what?
Should I feel humbled? Full of awe? Is this raspy cry meant to remind me of my deeds? Of the things I've been running from?
Welcome to a new chapter in Jewish American literature.
From now on, I eat my bread washed down with gratitude.
Memories from staying with my grandparents in Tashkent after WWII.
When I publish a post, I have an adventure, a game, and an OCD wonderland.
When I open my eyes, I see the holiness in the water and in the everyday details of my life.
