Monthly Archives: April 2021

Yesterday I shared on Facebook that my eldest son M is going to college, and many of you have been so nice to acknowledge this pending rite of passage.For me, however, the moment is bittersweet. No event this past year that has left me feeling more displaced, more liminal. I am perched on top ofContinue reading “Tangled Up in Blue”

Everything here is inside out. In America, death is a private matter. And mourning is a private matter. It is done, yes, but discretely, quietly, and above all, privately. Mourning takes place alone, or perhaps with family. Mourning is a chasm of pain and anger and longing that is so hard to crawl out of,Continue reading “The Day of Memory”

Today is Yom HaShoah vHaGvurah, the Day of Catastrophe and Heroism. If Israel were to enter therapy, she would perhaps start by talking about the many blessings she has. First, of course, she has her beauty. How beautiful the fields, the desert, the mountains, the wildflowers, the waterfalls. How beautiful the land, the shore, andContinue reading “Catastrophe and Heroism Day”