for H & K & Z I have to brake hard at the light, and my right arm shoots out to the seat beside me. I’m not protecting a person, or even a particularly breakable item. It’s a cake. Wrapped in foil, teetering precariously on the seat. My quick reflexes hold it in place. I […]
Shame Is The Great Presence-Killer
by December 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
on Why have I heard from God? Why have I not heard from God? *** I was eight. Each night I got out a book of children’s prayers and tried to connect to God after my parents turned out the lights at bedtime. My family was falling apart that year in spectacular ways—in a few months, […]
Why I Keep Returning To Palestine
by October 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
on Why do I keep returning to Palestine? Why, for the third year in a row, do I pack and board planes and change dollars into shekels? Why do I keep coming back to this place, and not Zanzibar or Paris or Morocco? I remember a conversation I had once with the then-U.S. ambassador to Burundi […]