Black Clouds


After the nursing home was paid, all that remained of my father’s legacy was his stark depression, handed down from one generation of fearful Russian Jews to the next And finally given to me. Now when the black clouds come, Read more ›

New Year’s Prayer


Our Father Who Art in Heaven, stay there with your retinue of saccharine angels and saints, orchestrating the celestial fanfare, while we remain below, content to breathe the pine-filled air, to feel the wind caress the napes of our necks, Read more ›