spring has come

  Happiness is two weeks in the Southern US. Fried food. Biscuits and gravy. Bourbon. Snow. Long afternoons with friends. Leisurely evenings with family. Drives on rural roads. Hazy blue mountains. Country music. Each time I travel and the plane makes its choppy descent over the Smoky Mountains into Knoxville airport, I feel my lungs…

without love, we gain nothing

I've started -- and then deleted -- this post half a dozen times. The truth is, I don't know what to say. I thought about writing about how I've had friends visiting, and it's been a week of good food, lots of laughter, and an abundance of gin. I considered posting my Reply from the…

who am i?

First of all, I want to say thank you to you, dear friends and readers, for the overwhelming compassion and kindness you have extended in response to my last post. I spent 24 hours (almost literally -- sleep has been elusive) after writing it with my finger hovering between 'delete' and 'publish' before finally working…

liturgical lack

Over the past few months, I've been reading the blog of an American rabbi. She was in the midst of getting a divorce when I first started following her, and her words resonated so much with the pain and confusion I was feeling.  When it came time to finalise her divorce, she wrote a liturgy around…