Words into Letters
You are going to feel like hell if you never write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves in your heart….That is really all you have to offer us, and it’s why you were born. — Anne Lamott
There’s a Pianist in My Hands
I feel her. Disciplined and precise. Hands that glide effortlessly across ivory, up to ebony, and back again. And yet, I have no such musical mastery. Elevating notes and chords, tension and tempo – offering an otherworldly rescue from the crowded conversations...
With Each Breath
The Sh’ma is the centerpiece of Jewish prayer. As Rabbi David Cooper wrote years ago, “God is a Verb.” Breathing is an act of prayer… With Each Breath שְׁמַע Sh'ma “Hear” Hear …the beating of my heart, the breath of a lover, hear the ocean pound, the hummingbird...
The Leprechaun
Sitting there in isle-seat 9D, he was. A smallish fellow, buckled in like a scout ready for adventure. I gently motioned my interest to occupy seat 9F – you know, the one against the window. Gave a smile intended to soften the imposition… when he furrowed his brow and...