Their pain. Our pain. Death and life. Smiles and tears. Despair and hope. One thread weaving through it all. Is the thread making a quilt to warm us or is the thread unraveling the blanket of security and comfort? Go to Israel. Bear witness.
This morning, at 7am, I ate an orange in my shower. It’s a thing. My almost 21 year-old daughter read about it and it’s apparently been a thing for a few years now. Eating an orange in the shower, they say, is a direct line to joy. And right now, I need a little joy. … Continued
A Perfect Place to Mourn She was 8 and here. Always in between the line of life and death but with enough presence to make you forget her status. One day, she crossed the line while no one watched. New York City is not a decent consoler. Despite the pangs of pain that bombarded my … Continued