Sometimes I envy Absalom. He had recourse. He had power. He raised up an army in his rage. He did something. He turned his rage into an insurrection. All I’ve ever done is turn my anger into words. How can a sister avenge her sister? How can a brother mourn his loss? How can a child reconcile the sins of her parents?

Over at The Butter, Rumpus blogger Lyz Lenz writes about dealing with a family trauma during a trip to Israel.