LifeTakes
You remember last year, and the year before, when you’d pleaded: Please, may next year be different
Windows
What hasn’t faded with age is my memory of my grandmother wearing this hat during Ne’ilah year after year
Musings
The migrating birds that make their way over my Jerusalem neighborhood as summer winds down will always remain my favorite
Words Unspoken
But then you push it too far. You think you can stretch “happy kiddo” to chap arein Shemoneh Esreh
