Lost in the Shoah

What is death? A last memory in the throes of fevered nightmares Stiff and twisted bodies tumbling out of a cattle car Hungry lips torn away from a mother’s bosom too soon Two sips of water not given after a day’s hard labor The stench of unwashed nakedness in the snow And charcoal-scented Dial bars…

Real Women

Real women are fat Real women are thin Real women are also Somewhere in between.   Real women are curvy Real women are sharp Real women are arrow-stiff They’re a walking work of art.   Real women cross their legs Real women spread them wide Real women may not have legs And that’s perfectly fine….

Syria Beyond Facebook

Normally, I write long pieces to make a point. But sometimes, images say far more than anything I could ever write. The civil war in Syria is continuing to rage on. My Facebook feed is full of images of frightened children and their equally frightened parents. In some cases, we don’t know where the parents…

Seventeen Vacant Desks

Daddy, don’t be mad, I can’t make it to football practice today, I’m under my desk, hiding, I’m staying quiet and trying to pray.   Brad’s lying a few feet away, I can’t tell what’s wrong, There’s so much blood on his face, I’m scared but I’m being strong.   Miss Tracy is trying to…

Anti-Semitic Feminism- Yes, It Exists

It has been a while since I entangled myself in the various -isms of political thought. From a staunch Marxist, I became a Socialist, an Eco-Centrist, a Post-Colonialist, couple other -ists and then I found my ideological home. Feminist. Aha! An -ism I could actually belong to. I mean, I would be stupid if I…

Brown and Invisible

Being dark-haired and olive-skinned has always made it difficult for people to place where I come from. Often, I have been mistaken for a Romani, a Latina, a Syrian, and more recently, a Sephardic Jew. To be completely honest, it makes me happy that so many people look at me and think I’m one of…

Why We Must Remember the Holocaust

I see her in the dining hall every day. She is bent nearly double with age and even though I have never spoken to her, I know she is a widow. Her husband passed on a few years ago and now she comes two or three times a week to eat lunch with the other…

The India I Love… And Cry For

68… A standalone number holds no significance. But when put into context, it gives some mathematical credibility to whatever fact it is trying to support. 68 years of constitutional equality. 68 years of being a Republic. 68 years of discord and diversity. I love India. Being an Indian has given me a heritage I cherish…

Am I a Zionist?

Receiving letters from old friends and colleagues always brightens my day. Usually, the content of the messages is predictably warm and comforting. They ask me how I’m doing, tell me what they’ve been up to, and recall some embarrassing high school memories that make them laugh and miss me at the same time. Imagine my…

Vegan Mushroom Minestrone with Fried Tofu

There is a lot to love about winter. I can get away without wearing a bra (courtesy-big, comfortable, pink baggy sweater). I can laze around in bed on the weekends if there’s snow outside. I can eat like a guinea pig (you’d be surprised at the size of their appetite). And I can make fun,…