Topic Tags: family

” The painting is for grandparents, miles away, / who long for them…”

“How do we know what will outlive us? / We all want to be remembered our lives to count for something…”

This poem was written to express gratitude for one Haitian immigrant and lift up the value of welcoming the stranger.

“The death of a sibling too is unique. It ignites our own vivid / sense of mortality.”

“In this moment, though, I felt triumphant. Not only had I given birth and become a mother in my late 40s, but I had figured out a way to truly honor my father’s memory and wishes…”

This ritual was created with the support of Rabbi Elyse Pincus Abrahams for individuals who are experiencing estrangement from their families.

My husband stokes the fire / with wood the children gathered / I knead the dough – / an offering for the Source of all

“Later, alone, she taught herself the art / of painting flower portraits. I learned that part…”

“All of the marriages, promises all the lives and deaths behind us all the way back to the Red Sea’s crossing…”

Rabbi Marina Yergin shares a new ritual for mourning.