The Siren

It’s haunting …the way it rises up ...and soars over my head …over my land …piercing my heart …year after year after year …ending with an echo …ringing through my mind …all day long …and into the night …where I find myself …at a loss for words.

So Your Son Married a Zionist

Just don’t become a Zionist. He said it with a slight measure of concern.  My husband and I laughed about it.  We know they’re afraid we’ve completely lost it…we know they don’t like the path we’re on. Where he comes from the word ‘Zionist’ is dirty.  It means cutting off peyot and slipping pork into … Continue reading So Your Son Married a Zionist

And Onward We Go

The siren's wail is piercing through the land, interrupting my brooding thoughts. I am in middle of watching a powerful man take great credit for something he only authorized to do.  I am irritated by him and his meaningless words.  He has overshadowed the intensity of this moment. I read on, the descriptions of how … Continue reading And Onward We Go