52 Shabbats

Light flickers from a candle. Aromatic and warm from the oven, I lay the braided bread on the table next to the wine and pomegranate juice, edible ornaments of gold and crimson, reminding me of the royal heritage I am apart of. I finish up the final preparations, and set the dishes on the table. … Continue reading 52 Shabbats

The Summer of Motherhood

The air is temperate and warm. Ripe fruit hangs from wild vines. The tops of carrots and onions emerge from below; lettuces, chards, and fresh green thick and tall from recent rain. Lush life hovers. Swarms. Laughs at me. The garden that was once a barren patch of frozen dirt has come into its own. … Continue reading The Summer of Motherhood

Of Fevers and Rocking Chairs

I sit again. This rocking chair. It is not the first time I have spent all night in it. It probably won't be the last. A little lump dozes restlessly against my arms. He is burning up, cheeks ablaze as he lays there trying to get comfortable. Holding him here my own arms ache. My … Continue reading Of Fevers and Rocking Chairs

Mishpat

"He has told you, O man, what is good, and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God?" Micah 6:8 It was not long ago that I was the oppressed, the downtrodden, the poor. I was the one who needed help when it was … Continue reading Mishpat

A Vision for my Valentine

He rises in the early hours of the morning. Toes touch the cold floor, back creaking upward after a long night. He breathes, bracing himself for the day, surveying his battlefield. Planning the strategy. Calculating his moves. No one prepared him for this. No one gave him the plans, the skills, the basic training. He learned … Continue reading A Vision for my Valentine