Yesterday my house smelled like apple cinnamon cake — the old recipe that I remember being very good before misplacing it and making do with the new recipe that isn’t … Continue reading Liminal space.
Tag: High Holidays
Wild Geese.
A friend of mine recently shared this poem on her Facebook page, in the context of thinking about the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and the week in … Continue reading Wild Geese.
Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
I had a brother, once. I now live happily with my husband and daughter and speak to no immediate family members of my own at all, in order to keep … Continue reading Taking stock, and I’m missing a limb.
Journeys in the Dark 