I broke a coffee mug the other morning. Continue reading


Loud cashews
The cashews were really loud. I didn’t care in the slightest. Continue reading

A little memory back
When you died
you took part of my memory with you. Continue reading

Point Reyes and my soul
My soul yearns for water. Continue reading

We were both lifeguards
We were both lifeguards.
Beyond that, our lives were different. Continue reading

Moments with Julia Child
We stood in front of Julia Child’s kitchen at the Smithsonian as if it were a shrine. It is, really. Continue reading

Stretched buttons

Marsha
Today, Marsha Gruenberg Kreuzman, a Holocaust survivor, will be buried alongside her beloved Robert. Marsha spent decades telling her story and teaching others so that we will not forget the atrocities of the Sho’ah. Please read this reflection & share it — in order to honor Marsha’s memory. These reflections here include the broad outlines of Marsha’s story. The more detailed account is accessible through the USC Shoah Foundation Visual History Archive: http://vhaonline.usc.edu/viewingPage?testimonyID=18431&returnIndex=0#. Marsha and her husband Robert recorded their testimonies as part of the visionary project created by Steven Spielberg.)
Marsha Gruenberg was born in Krakow, Poland. She was the only Jew in her class and stood out as a redhead. She was persecuted and taunted with the cries of “Jew – Jew – Jew.” Continue reading
Not all journeys are measured in miles.
“Not all journeys are measured in miles.”[i] This journey — this journey is measured in confidence and tranquility, in exploration and delight, and in friendship. This journey is measured less by movement or miles and more by the ability to stop and nurture self. Continue reading
Yellow oilcloth
Grandma Ruth always covered her table in shiny yellow oilcloth. Continue reading