Me, Too

It’s a Monday afternoon, in the exact middle of October, when the virtual world is suddenly filled with two words, as cold and searing as a Samurai blade– Me, too. Have always counted it among my greatest fortunes to have never been raped, taken aback, each time such thoughts enter me– by the idea that a woman should be thankful to have been spared having … Continue reading Me, Too

Our God of Many Names

Don’t know much about the Universe– how She functions, how Her longevity and health are measured, how exactly She is made. But I know that the Soul of the Universe connects to all souls, wherever they may reside, and that it is in these connections, that Her secrets lie, and these connections are what make the Universe as magical and powerful as She is. Don’t … Continue reading Our God of Many Names

Maryam

Forty-two years ago, my father put his wife and two children on an airplane headed to the sea– because he could afford to get them things they wanted, make things happen, satisfy himself, let them go. He’d stay behind for work, he’d told them. But, really, it was so he could spend uninterrupted time with his new mistress. He drove away from the airport, smoking … Continue reading Maryam

The Yearning of the Artist

They say real artists create because they must, because the act itself of creation is the very air we breathe. The artist cannot exist without something to create, they say. And it is true that most won’t deny the correlation between creation and contentment, between a finished work and peace of mind. But no number of written pages, or used up clay, or paint laden … Continue reading The Yearning of the Artist

American Crime

What happened last night in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas, just as what happened in Aurora had spread through us all like an electric current. Shock after shock. Just as Sandy Hook had come into each of our own homes, and those children’s murders had become our nightmare for our own children. Except this one’s real, Recurring over and over, like a machine gun that … Continue reading American Crime

What Riches Matter

We don’t have much by way of things and space. Our rooms are small; Our neighborhood is modest. We don’t buy things that we don’t need, even if we deserve them, and even if we wanted to, we probably couldn’t afford an iPad for each kid, at least not yet. It’s good they don’t mind sharing. We don’t have golden spoons, or china so exquisite … Continue reading What Riches Matter

My Grandmother’s Recipe for Blinchiki (Crepes)

Ouff, I really can’t say how much of anything I never measure Everything I do is by smell and taste You’ll know when it’s enough You’ll feel the lumps Can’t tell how much milk to stir in How many minutes to bake You’ll know when it’s enough You’ll see the crust golden But don’t let it brown too much It’ll dry the blinchik Here, sit … Continue reading My Grandmother’s Recipe for Blinchiki (Crepes)