Zen Moments, by Pamela Travers

We sit on our heels on the tatami, the Japanese woman and myself, telling the stories of our lives. One can do this with a stranger. Too near, and the perspective is lost. Only the far can be near. A sound–a knock, intimation only–had come from the inner door. And there she was in her…

The Christmas Angels, by Risa Levenson Gold with Artwork by Jean Zaleski

Two strangers, vehicles of the miraculous