Upstairs, in my daughter’s room, on the second shelf of her bookcase, there is a small, hexagon-shaped woven basket, with a red ribbon decoratively tied to the lid’s handle. I’m not sure how old it is, but it has been … Continue reading
In honor that this week is Passover, I’m going to let you in on something.
You know the scene in “Fiddler on the Roof” where Tevye has a dream that his daughter should marry Motel, the impoverished tailor and not Lazar Wolf, the creepy and old, but wealthy butcher? It was a premonition of sorts, even though, technically, Tevye concocted the whole dream in order to help his daughter get out of a marriage arranged by Yente, the matchmaker. And, it worked.
Well, that’s what happened to me. Only, not exactly the same way. Continue reading
You may have noticed that it’s been eons since I last posted in my Lightning in a Jar series. That I suddenly stopped and left the story in limbo. My story. As with most things, there’s a reason for that. … Continue reading