Rapunzel’s Hair – a feminist poem

I escaped the castle; yet, crashed into the moat a hapless, soaking wretch without a throat I thought rapunzel’s hair would help me down, but kissing frogs gives warts not golden crowns I searched the world to find the ‘one’ for me and in the search,...

Why Sir Laurence and Neil Diamond make me cry every Yom Kippur

I’m not a high holidays Jew— the kind who pretty much ignores their faith until Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur and then scrambles to buy overpriced seats at the local synagogue. I confess that I’ve done plays on Rosh HaShanah, I’ve played field hockey on Yom...