This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me.And I’d say, What?And he’d say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.And I’d say, What?And he’d say, This, sort of looking around.From "The Gate" by Marie Howe In con...

I eat oatmeal for breakfast./ I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it./ I eat it alone./ I am aware it is not good to eat oatmeal alone. from Galway Kinnell, "Oatmeal" Life is meant to connect with others. It amazes me how quickly my...

May the promise of Easter, of springtime and miracles, of resurrection and hope, of pastels and paten leather, of bow ties and bonnets, of the sunrise and the living cross, of lilies and wet grass, of lambs and butterflies, of palms and banyans, of p...

We prayed together as we had done thousands of times,rushing ablutions over the sink, laying our janamazes outtoward the window facing the elm which one summerheld an actual crow’s nest full of baby crows: fuzzy, black-beaked fruit, they were mirac...