Carry This Passion

I’m at the edge of my seat, clutching my phone because I can’t think of anything else to clutch.  Between breaths, I glance at my colleague next to me who sometimes smiles back.  The synagogue is full–top to bottom full, a life-size menorah lights the stage.  It’s my second time entering a synagogue.  The first … More Carry This Passion

Midday Slice

Each sunny day, I jog downstairs with my lunch bag and sit at the same park bench in the courtyard. The one drenched in sunlight; the one most avoid so they can keep their energy. While I. I open, turn my body to its rays, willing it to suck it away. I melt under the … More Midday Slice

Twelve New Standards

As my year off, sabbatical, leave of absence, whatever you want to call it comes to an end, it’s hard not to look back and search for meaning.  When I embarked on these past twelve months, I was so sure I would be standing in a glowing white light of understanding and newness.  Some of … More Twelve New Standards

As Her Own

Behind her A mountain of ashes rise Tall, venomous Encompasses a year’s worth of darkness that took residence in her bloodstream and infected every inch of her body The rubble of desires now gray dust Behind her. While now she saunters delicately into still waters– Knows what’s ahead won’t be perfect, but goes anyway courageously seeking … More As Her Own


After the cold, it gets warm. After the dark, comes light. After the thunder, a bright clear day. After the mistake, the learning. After the fight, love and forgiveness. After the climb, the desent. After the jump, a landing. It’s true, it’s true After it all, Comes more More learning More light More dark More … More After

Ode to Mr. O

To you Mr. O who taught me Not only how to be a teacher, but also how to live my life the right way. Some may misinterpret your talents as slacking or below par, But the truth is your way makes life easy It abandons anxiety, drama, frustrations. Why put up posters, when you’ll have … More Ode to Mr. O