Ashes and Cracked Glass
by Patricia Jonik Stein The commotion on the New York City street fascinated and perplexed me. There was a bevy of women circling a flame-filled green metal municipal waste can. Some were holding hands with eyes on one another while others looked pensively at the few police officers standing nearby. My friend grabbed my arm and guided me toward the intersection where we would cross over to visit one of the museums that she had on her list. “Do you…