Musings
When you remember your home in Jerusalem, you think about how your soul was alive and so, so happy
Words Unspoken
You don’t know all that, and you still sent over flowers to show that you’re happy for me
LifeTakes
I glanced around the room. I couldn’t describe the hundred women gathered there as losers. If anything, the opposite
Windows
She’s a fixture at the Kosel for years and years, as diminutive and as glowing as the first time I met her