Crossing My Jordan River

Crossing My Jordan River

I turned 50 this year in May. It’s my Jubilee year. I spent the morning of my birthday at the Wailing Wall, in Israel: my palms spread out against the coolness of the stone, my forehead resting wearily against its roughness, and my tears gently trickling down my face...
The Woman I Represent

The Woman I Represent

I represent the woman who has limped through most of the hours of her life with a broken heart and a crushed spirit. The one who created a safe-haven for herself in the shadows, to hide, while secretly craving even just a glimpse of the Light. I am the woman who...