It took 9 months (and then 8 hours) for him to meet her. He had never before seen anything so beautiful. He had no words because were no words. He took that baby and tucked her into his arm, because he now understood that miracles are real. It took one second (and not … Continue reading River Crossing
Yesterday, we attended rallies. Because we are women. Because we are men. Because we are both. Because we are neither. Because we are somewhere in-between. Because we are people. Because we are Black. Because we are White. Because we are Latino. Because we are Arab. Because we are Asian. Because we are multi-racial. Because … Continue reading And now?
I am Ashkenazi. Being Ashkenazi means that my people got kicked out of every country in Eastern Europe. Being Ashkenazi meant there was no place to go. When I was 10 years old, I was sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen, and I noticed that one of her friends had tattoos on her arm. Later, after … Continue reading Now is the Time
I've been alternating between anger and sadness, but I want to stay angry. Sadness makes me small and diminishes my spirit. Anger fuels me for the fight ahead. And it's going to be a long, hard fight. Today was all about refueling my spirit. An early morning walk with a dear friend whose mere presence … Continue reading Rise
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” – Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride You mean well when you say it. I know. You mean it as a compliment. I know. You think it is a good thing. Something we should all aspire to. I know. I … Continue reading Fall Colors
I was reluctant to start a blog. I was reluctant to put my feelings and experiences online, where anyone could read them. Where anyone could comment. I don’t usually do things like that, but rather prefer to keep my thoughts and opinions private, sharing them only with friends and people I feel comfortable with. … Continue reading Not All Comments Are Created Equal
I am not usually one to spout my deep, personal feelings publicly, but, as the White mother of a Black teenager, I am raw. I am raw, I am tired, and I am scared. I want you to know that I see you. I see the way you see me when I am out … Continue reading I see how you see me.
There are four people in my family. Some of us are White. Some of us are Black. Some of us are Jewish. Some of us are Catholic. Some of us don't know what we are yet, but we try to be good people. All of us are American. Some of us are Swiss, too. And … Continue reading I live in the spaces in-between.