I was digging up potatoes from the garden, dirt under my nails, sweating under the summer sun. Florence, my baby, was napping, and I was enjoying the glory of my garden. It was planted a
Watching a man turn into a father right before your very eyes is nothing short of divine. To be honest, I can’t quite remember what it was like to witness my husband become a father. In
Before I was pregnant with my first daughter, I was lithe and naturally lean, one of those who heard, “Oh, you’re so skinny!” often and more than enough. I “ate like a mouse,” and had
“He isn’t just feeling the anger and spite and unbearable self-disgust of this one crowd on this one Friday morning in Palestine; he’s turning his bruised face toward the whole human crowd, past and present
I don’t know what we did to deserve this. This beautiful life. This miracle child. Sure, the backdrop of hospitals, specialists, and dire medical reports don’t look dreamy, but the characters, my family, they are
My husband and I have shared rooms all over the world, sketchy ones and beautiful hidden treasures. There was the creaky European double in the old Jewish district in Krakow, and the damp and
I feel the flame of the candle under my palm, close to burning. I have a candle to mark this season, and that is all. I have no Christmas objects, unless you count the
Somedays I am poor in spirit. I am poor, somedays. But we are fed by a community of friends and a church that’s not our own—they have adopted us. I have received many meals, slightly abashed
