Weather or not
Friday morning, on the day we buried my mother, the sun shone bright and the birds whistled from the trees at the Rehovet cemetary– the kind of day she loved. I had checked the forecasts before leaving Tulsa; the weather [...]
It was all very sudden.
My mother was diagnosed in November with liver cancer. Her surgery was in New York, at Sloan-Kettering, about two weeks prior to the New Year. She didn’t want me to bother to fly in. There wasn’t the room, she said, [...]
Thirteen.
I touched down at Ben Gurion Airport on Thursday evening. On Friday morning, the day before Tu B’Shevat (Jewish Arbor Day), we buried my mother in the orthodox fashion in Rehovot near her own mother’s grave. It was the first [...]