All I know to do is wait. Wait, pray, ask for help, and hold these feelings. I messed up on the computer. It means my pictures,...

“Good question. I write because I must.” Later, when I am alone, I ponder the question. Why do I write? Writing certainly gobbles up my...

Four people were sitting together under the television on the wall. I sat where I could watch the weatherman showing maps. Five minutes...

(The writing of this blog follows the viewing of a moving documentary called Touched by Auschwitz and a bad dream.) When I was young, my...