
Happy Birthday
As a birthday gift to myself, I'm sharing this 400 word micro-essay.
As a birthday gift to myself, I'm sharing this 400 word micro-essay.
Are these things opposites? Consider the following:
My understanding of the country I live in has collapsed in the past 12 hours. What now?
The essay below is a continuation/companion of this essay about my father's sermons. It was delayed a week when Iran's rocket attack and the US vice presidential debate prompted a new post about extremism in the new Jewish year of 5785. My parents are book
I had not anticipated this would be my first Israel-ish post, but I felt compelled to write it in this liminal week between one year and the next, just as this newsletter is getting on its feet.
I sometimes wonder how congregants keep up–they have not had the advantage, as I have, of tracking the books piled on the little red bench in the front hallway of my parents’ home.