Sunday, November 4, 2018

Postpartum Depression

I so appreciated this candid narration of postpartum depression. I don't think I've had a full blown case, but I absolutely feel that potential in me and reel from the occasional upwelling of despair. In other words, I can relate even if I wouldn't claim the experience as my own. 

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

And Then There Was Pittsburgh...

My nephew Leo features in this response to the latest eruption of fear-based violence.

What a counter point to the message of peace I received from my dad in the Jewish new year:

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

A Sympathy Of Poems

Bearing Witness

Under the dual heat 
of love and alcohol
you melt. 

Solid to liquid.

Then reconstitute 
in the morning.

A little wonky
for wear (and tear).

But yourself,
and alive.

No Problem Not Possible

Careening between small mercies
Bruised in all the right places
You travel head up and wings out.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Oh, My Heart

This obituary, a family's ode to their loved one claimed by addiction, brought me to tears.

Saturday, October 6, 2018


How far must we travel as a nation into grimness, this horror show, before we stop our stumbling and regain footing in our own innate goodness? We are so deep in the dregs, so mired in the muck. 

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

On Vacation


My skin rises to my defense.
My ears close and turn inward.
Heat rolls off my body in waves.
Was this poem born of wasp stings? 
Or was this reaction
A poem's demand for life?

And Yet

i am forty one and married
you are a year older 
a gap that seemed significant 
when we were young
you too are married
both happily so, i might add
and yet
some mornings i awaken
having dreamed of you

Friday, August 17, 2018

Of Life And Death

A moving essay about how death inhabits motherhood.