At birth, a poetic muse landed on my shoulder.

She hovered, following me for years, whispering sweet words, guiding my thoughts and later my fingers across the page.

I didn’t recognize her in my youth, not until her wings touched me with miracles in motion: so noisily, so joyfully and tastefully that I could no longer ignore her.

That was my writer’s aha moment.
That was when I saw the hand of G-d, Yad Hashem.

It was then that I discovered words that fill vacant spaces in places that we dwell, words embraced by Torah light.



 journey through a woven tapestry of words
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