Where do I belong? With whom do I belong? Certainly with my family But the children are grown and the relatives are dispersed or gone...
By Melody Masha Pierson
"What am I supposed to be doing with my days? I cannot go to shul. I cannot come to class. Shopping and other activities are difficult. OK, the hairdresser is a necessity." I surely was not going to spend them just thinking about all the things I would ...
By Melody Masha Pierson
How was I going to stop doing these things when at this very moment of remorse, I was also filled with anger, toward myself and towards others who had harmed me?
By Melody Masha Pierson
She is my child Beginning to paint her dreams Seeing in her mind's eye what is heart-felt.
By Melody Masha Pierson
And here I stood sobbing over this plant and this card with my friend who had just come over for coffee. Why? How am I courageous? This woman has lived through so much more upheaval than I could imagine...
By Melody Masha Pierson
I have tried all the recommended sleep rituals the professionals suggest. Low lights, don't hang around in your bedroom until it's bedtime, take a bath, listen to soft music or nature sounds. Nope. Nada. None of that works. I am up...
By Melody Masha Pierson
I trusted him with my life, my world, my children and I thanked G‑d for Uncle Hershey all the time...
By Melody Masha Pierson
When I found out I had been accepted into the Lung Transplant Program due to emphysema, one of the first things I did was re-write the lyrics to the song "Matchmaker"...
By Melody Masha Pierson
I am one of the lucky ones. I may need a lung transplant and am entering a new decade, but I have friends in the here and in the now...
By Melody Masha Pierson
My number on the transplant list has jumped from seventh to fourth! The phone can ring at any time. The "call" can be in an hour, a day, a week or a month. I can't sleep. And I am not afraid...