I Am So Honored To Be The

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.

I Moved My Arms Through The Water, Feeling Them Float On The Surface, Watching The Waves And Wake That Followed My Gesture. Here Was Magic, I Thought. Here Was Something Holy.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

Since 1985, I Have Written About Contemporary Jewish Practice And The Jewish Community.

As A Journalist I'm Comfortable Doing Library Research, And I Did A Lot! I Had A Fellowship At Radcliff For A Year Which Gave Me Access To The Harvard System.