Roots Before And After
Two thoughts shadowed Friday morning. What would I write for a blog post this week? What would I do with the bushel basket of parsnips...
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
