After a career in marketing and public relations in New York City and Santa Barbara, Calif., Judith Shadford moved to the Northwest to focus on writing.
“Mother, I must go! The people are following the rabbi. Maybe he will speak and if he does I have to hear him because I want to be his follower as soon as I have my bar mitzvah!”
The real fear clutched at my heart when I saw the gates of the city. How would we ever find our son? Then, the fear traveled deeper. I had lost the miraculous son given to me by Bright Lights because I wasn’t paying attention. I felt I was dropping into Sheol.
Auntie Elizabeth looks so old. All the glow she had after Johanan was born and even while he was growing up is now all gone. She’s just...old. Her body is stooped and leathery, and her eyes that used to sparkle in delight or mischief or love are just dull, staring off into the vineyard.