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Sweet Inspiration and My Inner Black Woman

Sweet Inspiration and My Inner Black Woman

I’ll be honest – I have a very difficult time doing things I don’t like to do. Like morning jogs, budgeting and “boring” daily routine kind of stuff. To my credit, I usually do what I have to do anyway, but repetitive, feet on the ground, roll up your sleeves and get...

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Prayer Slam

Prayer Slam

Hands tremble. Bypass my head, from the canyon of my heart, they reach… fumble and tumble towards You. Like a school girl at recess, knobby kneed, legs buckling under the weight of joy running towards daddy’s embrace, I am Giddy. Downright pure. Unblemished by what my...

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Joy Upon You

I think true joy has to do with recognizing the parts of our own heart that are broken, gathering those very pieces into an open palm like glitter, and throwing them towards the service and honor of others. Joy upon you friends.

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Speechless

Speechless

Rare is the time that I find myself at an actual loss for words. For as long as I can remember, every report card I brought home had the word “talkative” in the side bar. My own father even referred to me from time to time as “The Mouth.” Spoken words have always been...

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Faith, G-d and Suicide.

Faith, G-d and Suicide.

Yesterday, an eleventh-grade boy from the high school next door to my kids’ elementary school took his own life in his dorm room. The word “tragic” doesn’t even touch this situation. As a mother, I see myself as a gatekeeper of my children’s innocence. I do my best to...

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Flying Lessons

Flying Lessons

Honesty is a trait that I generally encourage in our home, even if it means suffering uncomfortable consequences because of it. “Tell it like it is” is one of our family mottos. But today I found myself faced with an interesting choice: “Tell the kids the truth and...

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Israel

Israel

She is a beggar with red strings and century-old eyes. She is techina dripping down a sun kissed forearm. She is an entrepreneur in pressed Armani at lunch break; double latte two sugars please. She is chess in the park, Arak and cigarettes. Hard hugs, long smiles,...

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What Else Israel Is…

What Else Israel Is…

As I write this, there is rocket fire threatening to pound our homes and schools to the south of me. There are chemical weapons lurking, and hostile rebel forces about 15 minutes east of me- as the crow flies. There is a funeral being planned for a 35 year-old,...

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