In the early morning, I layer yogurt, berries, granola and honey into a glass mug for my little guy. It’s his breakfast on the sixth day of Passover, when meager offerings beckon from our refrigerator and the idea of food has lost its novelty. This holiday tries everyone’s patience, and we wonder why we yearn for simple things like pasta… Read more →
The scent of the forest the silence of it the damp the frequent birds eager in their chirping I am alive today I walk in nature and this begins the best part of a wonderful new day I see beauty everywhere which lets me continue to see beauty all day long and it smells like dirt and wet pine needles… Read more →
The opening fuzzy ache of the electric guitar, followed by the undulating rhythm of the drums, and the agonizing moans that preceded the first lyrics, “Dig if you will the picture, of you and I engaged in a kiss,” took me back to high school. To dark-lit school gyms and tinny records spinning all the popular artists of my 1980s… Read more →
This morning, I stepped into the Dunkin’ Donuts two miles from my home, the one with kosher certification on the corner in the religious neighborhood, and waited in line to order my daughter a bagel breakfast sandwich. The refrigerator is nearly empty. All bread, bagels and other leavened foods are gone from our house, eaten up or thrown away. Tonight… Read more →
The air was cool, the lake lapping at the sand. The sand up here is caramel-colored and dense, just recently thawed from the winter freeze. Spring is nipping at our heels. It is here, it is arriving and with it comes hope on the angles of the wind. We arrived yesterday for a client event, with enough time to hike… Read more →
What is the interplay between story and law? The anecdote and scene, the strict ladder of if then, what? Now, people are arguing over beans and rice, whether to eat them or not on Passover. It’s just the Conservative Jews, those who care about law but believe we have the right and the wisdom to interpret it. The Orthodox, in… Read more →
My husband never sets an alarm to wake him for the work day, and somehow he gets up with enough time to spare. Me, on the other hand, I lift out of bed with a start, once my alarm beckons. I can’t leave it to chance, worried I won’t wake in time. Dan never worries. He simply lets life unfold,… Read more →