---The below excerpt is a chapter from my debut memoir, Temple and Ash--- I am sitting on the front porch watching a spring rain soak the already-damp earth. I so rarely sit like this; never allowing myself a moment to rest. To just be. But today is Mother’s Day.  And the weather is kind to me, poignantly reflecting my mood.  As I watch muddy puddles form across the saturated lawn, an old song plays in my head. A song from childhood. Rafi, I think.  The lyrics are silly and a