Shabbat is coming, and this week I’ll miss the whispers of my father–the blessing that keeps my time moving holy. Not unlike the only child

How do you translate Israel into meaningful words? I was a liaison between the people and a hidden future today, but a very limited one.

Poverty swells in the slums of Addis Ababa. Yet none of the tin and mud homes that I have visited lacked in either grace or

Flying over Ethiopia at night feels like flying over a tucked away fold of the ocean. Black pockets stare at the foreign bird-like creature, a