The Fig Tree
The fig tree in the garden is ripening faster than we know what to do with – Figs lie on the counter like a school of purple fish. In a box by the door, more are pressing down. The weight of fig upon fig puts rips into their skin. It is a strange room. There […]
Kaddish
The word Obu is warm and round. This is how it sounds. It is warm to go with my mother’s hands and the lines on her face. I just felt so much love! My mother says. She spreads both hands and waves them around. It was a giant love. She also uses both […]
