On Witnessing Evil

"Hatzilu, hatzilu!" Panicked screams reach us from the street below.  We rush to the balcony and lean over to see two young boys, eight or nine years old, running as though their lives depend on it.  We can make out another word, "Abba", and we try to piece together the situation.  "Hatzilu, Abba…" My heart … Continue reading On Witnessing Evil

The Things My Mind Spurts Out After A Day In The Park With All The Other Mothers

Trying to be able…willing…strong… To run free of all worries and fears And looks and sneers Of those who think I am Who I present myself to be. Wanting to say…scream…shout aloud… All the burning feelings swirling Spinning, twirling Circles of confusion While I stand in silence. The scenes play out in my mind's eye, … Continue reading The Things My Mind Spurts Out After A Day In The Park With All The Other Mothers