Our dog finds a newborn squirrel.Brings it to me held in his mouthundamaged, dewy, breathing.Logan gently relents,drops the wet younglingin...
Nature is lovely as long as it's not too nature-y. Sukkot seems in harmony with that notion.
Together we keep walking.
It’s always too late to make peace after the war begins.
The politics of language determines how little we know in contrast to how much we think we know.
A serenade to the testimony of harmony in nature.
This piece is part of the series, “Readers Take Over Hevria”. The topic assigned to me: “People who are on...