by Diane W. Bailey | Aug 7, 2014 | Diane's Posts
He sits not far from the Jaffa Gate in Israel each day, smoking his cigarettes and watching people walk past through eyes dimmed by time. It’s been seven years since I’ve seen him and though we never spoke a word to one another, his face is etched into my memory. His...
by Diane W. Bailey | Mar 4, 2012 | Uncategorized
T he sparrows flit around chirping sounds just like they do at home. They speak the same language in Israel as they do in Alabama. Jumping from tree to tree, hoping along the ground. A warm breeze blows, and the fragrance of tilled earth and cut grass fills my...
