Living Real

I’m fifty-three. and I’m just now starting to understand what it means to be real. It’s more than just existing, brushing my hair, my teeth and putting on the same shoes time and time again. It’s more than breathing, the inhale and exhale that I don’t think about, I just do. Ten years before my […]... Read More

His Life Is Written…On My Heart

I keep one special book near my bed: my dad’s Bible.  It is an old leather black Bible, expensive leather, worn now, with the edges exhibiting tears, folds and coffee stains intruding out of the faded black.  The cover has “Holy Bible” and “Marion W King” written in gold letters. Inside the Bible both my […]... Read More

Our Family Mikvah

We had a family Mikvah at Family Week, Thursday April 5, 2012.  All the families that wanted to participate, or could, gathering on the eve of Passover. It was an incredibly royal feeling. I let my body fall under the deep and the Living Waters flowed through everything I am, even to my soul. I […]... Read More

Breathless, Glowing, A Singular Sensation

I almost can’t breathe as I feel these words come to fruition.  I close my eyes not even seeing the finale of that which is in my mind. Isn’t that all of life? The times we are waiting to arrive, we breathe in thoughts of mercy and praise at the same time. In the dimmed […]... Read More