What the Locusts Ate

What I remember most was how cold it was. Cold to be ignored; cold to receive the dirty looks; cold to listen to the stomping, slamming, sniffing; cold to remember how it was… Continue reading

Avoiding Messy

I think my family doesn’t believe me when I say I’m turning out to be a decent cook – and that my house is relatively clean. They think they know me so well.… Continue reading

On Stealing Coats

It was a chilly Saturday, but that’s to be expected on the third of November. I was surrounded by a crowd of loosely organized chaos, but that’s to be expected at Tent City.… Continue reading

Other People’s Trees

Another one from the vault; this was written in October 2009. Swamped with copywriting today, so I thought I’d post a “reader favorite” to keep things going! Thanks for stopping by, and please… Continue reading

Debt of Gratitude

The new editor of Toledo Streets asked me to write about poverty and my experience with starting the street paper which changed my life. This post is the result, with the editor’s permission… Continue reading

Love Like a … Glacier

Having two bright girls who love school provides for interesting dinner table talk. Gift 2 has been most excited about her science class project, in which she has chosen to make a model… Continue reading

A Thin Silence

Written in November 2010, inspired by a notation in the commentary of the Etz Hayim where it gave an alternate translation of G_d’s whisper to Elijah as… A THIN SILENCE Hunger sometimes feels… Continue reading

Why I Know I’m Right About My Beliefs

My vegetarian gay cousin has a board on Pinterest dedicated to religion, where he pins atheist quotes, some of them snarky. I hate it because it confronts me and makes me think. I’ve… Continue reading

My Husband’s Other Women

It was dim – the cat’s light of dusk – and a campfire was between us. I knew my husband was relaxing in a hammock, and I was eking out the last bit… Continue reading

The End of History

Posting this today because I woke up this morning from a dream where Dad came back to life so he could walk me down the aisle. Been crying off and on all day.… Continue reading