BARAK!

BARAK “GET BACK HERE WITH THAT!” my grandmother would yell. I was 4 years old, darting from room to room in my grandmothers 7th floor condo in Nahariya Israel. My grandmother, who claimed to be jewish, went to a baptist church, and spoke with a...

Why I’m Grateful for No Quiet Spots to Work

I’m at The Nest and gratefully can’t find a quiet spot to work. Dust is being churned up outside as truckload after truckload of mulch is being delivered for the prayer garden and front flower beds. Girl Scout Troop #4140 is upstairs giggling as they paint...