Community and Life

Travel Journalist’s Ukraine Adventure Becomes Personal Discovery

Last November, I asked to review Judith Fein’s recently published book, The Spoon from Minkowitz.   She forwarded the PDF copy with follow-up emails probing my thoughts about the book. “I’m captivated,” I emailed. “I was worried that only Jews would relate to the book,” Fein returned. No. This is a book for all cultures. The premise of Fein’s new book captured my curiosity for many reasons, and I greedily wanted to be among the first to read it. First.  I hoped that []

Happy Dancing and Listenting to the Pontiff’s Words

Yes, I am cherry picking words from the recently published Apostolic Exhortation by Pope Francis. I can’t slow dance with every statement in the document–I guess I’m too independent.  Yet, when it comes to the well-being of humanity, I can not quit sloshing about in my happy dance upon hearing  a person of immense influence speak against the loud vocalizations of what I must term as the politically far right.  Years back, when I first heard the bellowing of the likes of Limbaugh, []

Fulfilled Dreams and Loss–A Fifty Year Memory

A landmark birthday nears and I’m not as ambivalent as  with other landmark birthdays: 40, 50, and 60.  Reflection is like a mirror that won’t break and leave my presence. Some memories delight me and others can bring the flow of tears. I see the young faces of those who died in their youth.  They remain young forever.  No gray hair.  No limps.  No lumps. Bright eyes. Smooth skin. Abundant dreams–albeit unfulfilled. When a mirror captures me, I spin away so as []

Hungry For The Warrior Woman

Also seen in SLO New Times & Santa Maria Sun On an August afternoon 36 years ago, my world flipped upside down.  I was 27 years old, mother to a 3-year-old and an 18-month-old.  My college career was on hold while my husband considered a graduate degree.  But that wasn’t going to happen because on this one August day a deadly accident terminated our dreams.  This accident killed my husband and I stood in the desert wind unsure how I would move forward []

The Thuderous Intruders At My Door

It’s not that I can’t be stubborn and hot-headed. I am far from human perfection. In my defense, I’ve developed my enabling spirit into a negotiating spirit. There are always two-sides to every whole. The question remains, however, what if one of those sides is so badly injured and toxic that a cure is unlikely—at least in the present?