Time is a wily thing, ever marching on with seeming greater rapidity. I have intended so many times to write here. (I sound like…
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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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I whisper this phrase to myself as I feed wire over bark, twist gently, and swing a lantern from our tree. Do you know…
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Last week Eliza turned six and we started a new tradition. A birthday prayer.
The idea wasn’t mine. It came from my wonderful friend Saydi….
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Last Monday I spoke with a good friend who is Catholic. She’s dear as my own mother. She told me about Mass on Palm…
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It was all the chasing of kids in the front yard. The yelling for wanderers, the screeching, the dawdling, the back-arching, the wailing. By…