When you speak in a forest and no one hears you but the trees,you have still spoken,communicated,by allowing sound to exit your mouth and enter the universeas spoken language. As you holler in pain the loudest you humanly canyou have communicated your story,expressed that which cannot be said with words,but is understood by the soul.Even…

So much rain the last few weeks-The only explanation that comes to mind isyour tears,how much you must be grievingfor all your children.For the deaths,the injuries,the broken hearts,the pain,the numbness… We have not seen many clear daysbetween the storms.Just enough sunshineto remind usof what will comewhen we are through with all the rain;with crying,mourning,                                                                                                          picking…

We learned thatYizkor candles aren’t lit during the Chagso as not to mixthe happy and the sad,the memory of a loved oneand what could have beenwith the holiday celebrationand the creation of new memorieswith family and friends. Ten years agoI learned of the separation betweenthe happy and the sadwhen my mother died the night beforemy…

He closes his eyes tightly as I push him in the Fisher Price swing. His face relaxes and his blond curls blow gently in the wind as he swings back and forth. “Faster, Mommy,” he says, and I gladly comply. He breaks out into a fit of giggles as the swing cuts through the cool…

From the river to the sea the truth will find you. It will find us all on that day. Like the water that covers the ocean floor the truth will spread throughout the world. It will speak to you. It will speak to us all. There will be no doubt in our minds as to…

You ask me if we can have movie night.I refer to the unwashed dishes,the laundry waiting to be foldedand put away,the floors begging to be washed.You laugh at me and say to mein my own words of wisdom,“Isn’t family time the most important?”So the workload waits.Memories are created.Tired eyes.Happy heart.The story of motherhood;of life. When…

There is still enough space in the dill jar from your kitchen to season salmon for two in mine. Still enough hand towels that we shopped for together for my family of five to dry their hands on. I still wear the necklace with the gold pendant that you left for me, only when kids…