Since 1985, I have written about contemporary Jewish practice and the Jewish community.

Mountains are where heaven meets earth.

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.

If you want to understand any woman, you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.

One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish and English lines and see how the translator worked.

I got nice rejections explaining that historical fiction was a difficult sell. But I kept trying.