It’s hard to believe that July 8th marks 13 years since our first son was born. As I try not to think about the Bar Mitzvah we aren’t planning, my mind turns to my handsome seven-year-old. On a hot summer day two years ago (after giving it a great deal of thought), we told him about the brother he’ll never have a chance to meet. The subsequent journey has...
From out of nowhere, she came Just a picture and a name Sending words across his screen That wove their way into his dreams As did she… Now his mind is all awhirl He can’t stop thinking ’bout that girl And how she crept into his heart Just blew his sanity apart With her words… Words that spun him all around And turned his life all upside down Left him powerless to...
Your scent fills the air Teasing my senses I tremble with desire Of one who is addicted And cannot get enough How I love To wrap my fingers Around you To bring you to my lips To inhale, to taste Oh, to feel your warmth inside me For when we are together, I feel alive Yet without you, I am weak Without you, I cannot function You are… Tweet
Bugger off, you bastards Bugger off to hell No patience for your antics Ain’t buyin’ what you sell I’m tired of pretending That everything’s okay Not taking no more crap from you So just be on your way You pull me in and make me want To give you all I’ve got You grab me with your pretty words Then leave me there to rot But I’ve got news for...
The time difference between Israel and the East Coast of the United States is seven hours, which means that I woke up yesterday morning to learn that Osama Bin Laden had been killed by US forces at some point during the night. This being the age of new media, it’s probably not terribly surprising to anyone that I discovered this bit of news via my Facebook feed (with...
You know your world is getting smaller when you can sit in front of your computer and have a cup of coffee with one of your favorite writers via Skype video chat. That’s what I did recently with Isabel Losada, the London-based author of “The Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment“, “For Tibet, with Love: A Beginner’s Guide to Changing the...
At this point, I’m sure it comes as no secret to anyone that I love to write. Stringing words into sentences and stories brings me a great deal of pleasure, whether I’m doing it for work or play. Sometimes, when it comes to work assignments, I do the best I can with a subject that doesn’t really resonate with me, but other times, I feel truly privileged to be...
A heart divided in two Haunting me Tempting you And I wonder As I imagine your eyes Your touch, your smile If I will somehow lose myself A heart divided in two Hidden by me Found by you Unexpectedly Silently, recklessly, gladly Without looking, I leap In terrifying, joyous free fall A heart divided in two A piece I keep for me The rest I give to you To have, to hold Hopefully...
Sometimes you hear a blast, but other times, the first thing you hear is a siren. You pause. You wait. Do you hear another siren, perhaps several? And then you sigh sadly and pick up the telephone to place a round of calls, because you know that more than one siren usually means a terror attack has taken place and you need to make sure that everyone is accounted for. Sometime...
I saw a little prince Climbing in a tree He scampered to and fro He didn’t notice me I watched him leap from branch to branch He climbed so very high And suddenly that tree became A rainbow in the sky Up among the clouds he went And quickly disappeared Then somewhere in the distance A crowd began to cheer I looked up at the rainbow And knew I had to try To climb until I...