My Aunt Hannibelle - Hannibelle Goldberg - was not really my aunt, but rather one of those far-reaching cousins, married in an absolutely inexplicable way…

“Are they still talking,” asked Agatha. “Shush,” said Bella and Sarah at the same time. Both had their ears to the crack under the door.…

What a wonderful word: speak. Rhymes with "squeak", that Disney-like sound little mouse-ies make....squeaks of delight as they ravage our cupboards, shrieks of squeaks as…

I lay on my side on the steep ravine and pushed against the Tennessee Walker's spine with the fingertips of one hand, an unconvincing amount…

Mutti, Sarah, Hans, their children and Herr Finkham accompanied Agatha, Andres and John to their ship. They were sailing on the Europa. She was a…

A lot of people don't "get" modern art, or for that matter abstract art of any sort. They look at a brilliant painting by Morris…

For countless nights, Carol lay in bed, sleepless as the creek that ran through her ranch. Finally, she decided that Mike was never going to…

Perfect Devotion Her life was devoted to two things – becoming beautiful and the Catholic Church. Middle daughter of seven born to wealth, her family…

Old Devotions Sarah was a better Jew than her, Agatha knew. She knew the prayers by heart. She knew the days of devotion, the holidays.…

I’ve lived a good and reasonably long life, and as this Jewish New Year begins, I’ve much to be grateful for….and for that, I am…

In the last weeks of April, men wearing civilian clothes with a black diamond outlined in silver thread began appearing on Berlin’s streets. They were…

Not a single regret. It was only a month. Day one, when we met so haphazardly, unintended and feeling our way through each day, toward…