Next Year In…Beit Shemesh?

Next year in Jerusalem. I say it joyfully, songfully and ever so mournfully. I long for it.  I ache for it.  I wish I didn't have to. Jerusalem has always been a symbol of all I think I want. I've lived in Jerusalem.  I've breathed Jerusalem.  I've soaked up her urine smelling streets with my … Continue reading Next Year In…Beit Shemesh?

Father, I Dare For Fear

I am sitting in the white van with the red stripe.  I am apprehensive and a little confused.  I do not know what is going on, only that for weeks there has been a nervousness to my father that came with anxious phone calls and whispered unknowns. The twenty-minute drive in the gloomy Ohio spring … Continue reading Father, I Dare For Fear