The cure for anything

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea. -Karen Blixen (1885 โ€“ 1962) For WQW this week, we are encouraged to write about a memorable trip; but, to be honest, I'm rather a homebody. In fact, for years, when my daughter was very little, I resisted going to the beach with… Continue reading The cure for anything

Jerusalem, or: Haifa

I cheated on Jerusalem with Haifa of the free; free; free of strife, of tension, not to mention: of hostility; Floating in Haifa, 'pon the sea, squinting at the sun, one with wave breaks, done playing brave; beaming, having fun; I cheated on Jerusalem with Haifa for a time, time, time; heart charting its smooth… Continue reading Jerusalem, or: Haifa

The wind, or: The waves

A haibun My wife loves going to the beach; and she's bred this love into our daughter. Personally, I'm less about the sand, salty water, and heat; but I've become amenable to joining them on beach mini-vacations. Our last such trip was to Haifa last year; and our daughter was thrilled to play with us… Continue reading The wind, or: The waves