Strangers in the Desert: In Gratitude on Passover-novel excerpt Save the Elephants
Before Guatemala, I had only observed Passover once in my life. I was a child at my grandparent's Seder. The memories I have are of soggy and salty matzo ball soup, drinking my glass of so sweet wine too quickly and the disappointed look thereafter on Nana's face. In Guatemala I met a Jewish family who took me in every year for this holiday. I believe this is why the connection reappeared to me in this poem. The intersection of these two important identity experiences in
Still, She Chooses Sleeping Beauty
When I’m lucky on Friday and Saturday nights, I read my niece one or two or three books. On each of those nights, not just the ones in...
