Articles by Chana Weisberg

Load after load of whites and darks. Heavily soiled and lightly soiled. Delicate wear and regular cycle. Do You watch the constant motion and wonder at the necessity of the repetition?

Shira turned, as if struck by a new idea, only to get sidetracked by the subtlest sound of shifting legs on the wooden floor. She leaped at Naomi and both laughed aloud, reunited

A child's feelings of failure, the crumbling of a little girl's self-image, are not worth the gain of the skill. Every mother knows this. And that's when I wonder about You, G-d...

The doctor and a team of nurses surround the laboring woman. One wipes her furrowed brow with a damp cloth. Another grasps her clenched fist. Anticipation fills the sterile, white room

Every life has one: the power-that-be who guards the mandate of the publication, decides which articles will see the light of day, and suggests/insists on the changes to be made in the content and wording

I did not want to be myself. I did not want to become independent. I wanted to remain enfolded in your warmth, listening to the comforting rhythmic beating of your heart...