Every story I share about my father Every memory I hold Feels invariably like a eulogy And the trouble is, I’m not sure for whom. He died seventeen years ago, … Continue reading Every memory a eulogy.
Dear Diana.
Dear Diana, Who loses herself In empathy for everyone else From the tiniest field mouse To her own abusers, But who holds sympathy For her own lifetime Of pain Like … Continue reading Dear Diana.
On recognizing freedom.
“He cannot take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency.” —Saruman in The Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring, talking to Gandalf about … Continue reading On recognizing freedom.
Eternally Egypt.
The Haggadah demands each year That we see ourselves As having personally been Redeemed. That we each feel as though With an outstretched arm And a mighty hand The Lord … Continue reading Eternally Egypt.
Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
When I was student teaching in 2013, I was assigned to a challenging class of third graders, and learned quickly that trying to talk over them would only result in … Continue reading Someday. (Or, Ode to a Whistle.)
Six months.
כֹּל עוֹד בַּלֵּבָב פְּנִימָהנֶפֶשׁ יְהוּדִי הוֹמִיָּה,וּלְפַאֲתֵי מִזְרָח קָדִימָה,עַיִן לְצִיּוֹן צוֹפִיָּה; עוֹד לֹא אָבְדָה תִּקְוָתֵנוּ,הַתִּקְוָה בַּת שְׁנוֹת אַלְפַּיִם,𝄇 לִהְיוֹת עַם חָפְשִׁי בְּאַרְצֵנוּ,אֶרֶץ צִיּוֹן וִירוּשָׁלַיִם.𝄆 Kol od ba’le’vav p’nima, Nefesh yehudi ho’miyah. … Continue reading Six months.
Burden.
My first name is Diana, who in Roman mythology was the goddess of the moon and hunting; to the Greeks, she was Artemis. (Although my more bookish father liked to … Continue reading Burden.
Conventionality.
Full disclosure, I am in a weird head space today, my friends. This post is basically a stream of consciousness, and if it feels like it ends on a minor … Continue reading Conventionality.
Small.
The world has a way Of making you feel so Small, Filled with awe and wonder At the quiet hugeness Of it all. Mountains. Lakes. Deserts. Oceans. Forests. Rivers. Earth. … Continue reading Small.
Profundity.
Ever hear the phrase, those who can’t do, teach? I’m chuckling to think of it because in this particular instance, I both do and teach. But I’m not sure if … Continue reading Profundity.
Journeys in the Dark 