Carol Fox Prescott I meant to write about personal healing to celebrate my 80th birthday. There was so much of it to do all year long as the roll of caregiver during Jerome’s long illness became more and more demanding, the bone on bone pain that led me to my miraculous hip replacement surgery and…

Carol Fox Prescott SONG Your nearer than my head is to my pillow. Nearer than the wind is to the willow. Dearer than the rain is to the earth below, Precious as the sun to the things that grow. As I found my space at the foot of the mountain, slipping easily in place within…

Carol Fox Prescott When I was a young girl in Sunday School, at the Stephen Wise Free Synagogue, in New York City one of the things I loved best were the coloring books we were given for each holiday. I remember pictures of bunches of grapes at Passover time and taking great care to color…