On Anger

My great-uncle Gabe had a family home in Palestine - an olive orchard.  Apparently, it was quite beautiful; when grandparents championed the virtues of the proverbial "old country," this was what they could have been speaking of.

His family was evicted around 1948.  It is now a library for israeli children.

This was a story my mother always told me.  I suppose one could dispute the veracity of this tale.  The truth gets twisted and tangled over the years - especially between continents.  But the message is clear enough.

My whole body hurts right now.  For all of them.