This article Of Prayers and Grape Leaves appeared as a guest post with the Sephardic Spice Girls in the Jewish Journal - about what it is to live in war.... read more →
I'm pleased to share my latest lyric essay A Forest of Jews in the new literary, arts and culture magazine - Yad Mizrah. Yad Mizrah is the first literary Mizrahi... read more →
My Iraqi Jewish amulet represents my Mizrachi ancestor’s love and wisdom. It’s my history and memory. Read this personal essay about clinging to my grandmother's afsa during war featured in... read more →
I am so grateful to Zibby Magazine for publishing my article The Alternate Story to Suffering is Joy , first published in Consequence Magazine.
This is a personal essay I wrote published by the Jewish Book Council for the soldiers of Israel; fathers, brothers, sisters, daughters and sons, including my son, who are courageously... read more →
This was a painful essay to write. I am very grateful to the editors of Scoundrel Time for working with me, and publishing this piece. Especially during such a devastating... read more →
This is an essay I wrote for the Jewish Press about what it is to be a Jewish mother in Jerusalem in these devastating times. How our children see that... read more →
Joy is our most profound act of resilience. Here's my response to what is going on now in Israel. Thank you to Consequence Forum for publishing this piece - When... read more →
Here is a blog post I wrote for Kar-Ben Publishing about what is happening here in Israel. It's been a devastating time but we have each other.
An essay about the legacy of Iraqi Jewish women such as my grandmother for the Jewish Book Council's Paper Brigade Daily.
https://www.invisiblecitylit.com/nonfiction/counting-stones-at-the-bottom-of-the-tigris-river/
In 1923, substantial funds were transferred from a Jewish businessman in Baghdad to the Keren Kayemeth LeIsrael-Jewish National Fund, in order to provide much needed assistance to a newly founded... read more →
We weren’t expecting it to rain, not when you can still see blue sky. It comes in one moment—an eye blink—a sip of coffee. Like war. It will be over... read more →
I recognize the rows of palm trees, the cereal field, the canal hugging the sides of the village of flat-roofed homes, the scatter of poplar trees, and more palm trees.... read more →