As I saw the full moon rise last week, I tilted back my head and sighed into the night sky. Two full moons have…
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Mom, look at your irises. Regal in their fullest bloom, leaning into the morning light. How you would love to be bent over them, gloves…
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These are holy days, sacred days.
And not just because it’s Easter.
I am at my Mom’s, sitting with her. And while her decline has been…
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Mom, it’s a Wednesday afternoon and I am sitting in your wheelchair, bumped up against the couch, watching you sleep. A spring rain is…
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I kind of wish Father’s Day rolled around twice a year. Dads get a bad rap sometimes, you know? In too many sit coms…
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Prettiest pink tulips for our Passover meal on Holy Thursday.
With a nod to Layla’s Mediterranean Grill, we filled our table with pita, hummus, kibbeh, spiced…
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It is holy week. Spring, in all its popping and blooming and rejuvenation is turning the world majestic. I can feel my own slip of…
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Here it is! Another year. Another stack of books we’ve come to love.Books are kind of like children to me. Each has a different personality,…
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There is beauty all around
When there’s love at home.
There is joy in every sound
When there’s love at home.
Peace and plenty here abide
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Kia Ora means hello in Maori. Or be well and healthy. Those were the first words we heard in New Zealand. Said by these happy, familiar faces as we came through customs…