Myrna Leigh Cohn

I, too, used to use the word “bashert” because my mother did and my grandmother did. To my friend, Marge: There are times when we may want to believe it couldn’t be anything else but “meant to be“; when a series of events and the outcome fit together like hand and glove. It can be [...]

I saw her; I felt her arms around me. I heard her voice… my mother, long gone, comforted me as she never had when she was alive. I had been tossing and turning for most of the night, plagued with dreams of rejection, loss and anxiety. It seemed I had barely escaped from one frame [...]