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Varda Branfman

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Varda Branfman lives with her husband and younger children, and near her grandchildren, in Ramat Shlomo, Jerusalem. She’s authored several books, e-books, and many articles.
I lost consciousness of My Self. I felt myself being turned around and around in the current. I did not stand my ground, but rather I had no choice but to let go. It sounds frightening and disorienting, but it wasn't. I had lost My Self, and in that momen...
When they told me my whole life depended on those coins and bills, I refused to believe. After all, I could not eat or drink them even when hunger gnawed at my edges. They were slippery and thin and could not shelter me from the wind. They seemed even lon...
She motioned me to sit on a bench next to the table covered by a white cloth. And then she sat down next to her husband who stood at the head of the table. Here was all of their furniture—two benches, a table, and the mattresses stacked up against the wal...
I begin to understand why I’ve made this trip. Now I can see my life from a distance. That must be one of the purposes of an island: an invention that isolates, that brings us away from the things that numb us. An island wakes us up because of the body of...
Almost Thirty Years Later
With such inconstancy in my personal history, I didn’t make such good marriage material, probably because I am very hard to measure and define. And I vaguely remember myself being described by that epithet “She’s not good marriage material” which placed m...
I was in the Garden of Eden, its bounty sorrounded me, and yet my simplest actions had no meaning
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