Humble homes, or: Holy Temple

A haibun Since beginning my journey towards living a traditionally observant Jewish life more than two decades ago, I've become very sensitive to the moon's phases, for Jewish holidays are celebrated according to their Hebrew calendar dates; and every new moon marks the start of a Hebrew month. We have three Jewish pilgrimage festivals, during… Continue reading Humble homes, or: Holy Temple

Momentary heartbeats, or: Silence

Jerusalem, Israel We live in Jerusalem, our apartment at an intersection on a major thoroughfare, the central north-south artery running through the city center. This is convenient for a family with no vehicle; a bus stop rests just outside our window, making the Jerusalem downtown readily accessible. As you can well imagine, we constantly hear… Continue reading Momentary heartbeats, or: Silence

Pink, or: Ultraviolet

A haibun Nearly twenty years ago when I was in my mid-twenties, I drove to the District of Columbia from my parents' home in New Jersey to meet an online friend of mine in person. This was during the famed National Cherry Blossom Festival, and we walked about together, chatting outside under the hot spring… Continue reading Pink, or: Ultraviolet

Mailwoman, or: Policewoman

My response to d’Verse’s prompt for Haibun Monday: ‘Walk with me down Memory Lane’ I have poor long-term memory, but an amusing recollection came to me as I was perusing my limited memory banks for this exercise. Between the ages of 1½- and 3-years-old, I lived in Columbus, OH, while my father was a visiting professor at Ohio… Continue reading Mailwoman, or: Policewoman

Sea, or: Sky

Today marks the Jewish holiday of Purim, one major theme of which is the Hebrew phrase 'nahafokh hu' (נַהֲפוֹךְ הוּא), which, loosely translated, means 'it was turned to the contrary'. This comes to us from a particular verse in the Book of Esther (9:1): וּבִשְׁנֵים עָשָׂר חֹדֶשׁ הוּא-חֹדֶשׁ אֲדָר, בִּשְׁלוֹשָׁה עָשָׂר יוֹם בּוֹ, אֲשֶׁר הִגִּיעַ… Continue reading Sea, or: Sky

Eagle, or: Hoopoe

A haibun My response to d'Verse's prompt for Haibun Monday: 'Eagle' As an adult, I left the United States of America. but the United States of America never left me. I have a graduate degree in US public policy; and I lived and worked in Washington, DC for three years. To this day, I continue… Continue reading Eagle, or: Hoopoe

Fairies, or: Favors

On Friday, our six-year-old lost her 7th and 8th baby teeth within the span of a few hours. The first had been noticeably wobbling so we weren't surprised at the event when she bit down into a crunchy cookie, but the second one came out unexpectedly, while we were having Shabbat dinner. We were both… Continue reading Fairies, or: Favors

Orphaned, or: Reborn

In the summer of 2018 I was unexpectedly reborn as an orphan. Shabbat ended with the setting of the Jerusalem sun on July 7th, and after a brief closing ceremony at home I turned on my computer to learn that my Papa was lying intubated at a hospital in America. Shortly afterwards, his heart stopped.… Continue reading Orphaned, or: Reborn