Let someone else drive, my husband says. Literally and metaphorically. I was going on a bus field trip with my 14-year-old son’s eighth grade class to visit colleges and I had no choice but to sit in the velour-covered seats of the luxury liner and watch the cloud formations out the wide windshield as we cruised west to Ann Arbor. But… 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 →
Only a cup of buttermilk was used to make cupcakes, moist and tender. The gallon jug of buttermilk stood to the side of the fridge, unnoticed, wasting away. The expiry date was still a week away. I hated to see things go unused. Perhaps the greatest sin of the modern world is wasting food. There are people on this planet… Read more →
One of the first questions I asked Rebecca Shimoni Stoil, a PhD student at Johns Hopkins University and reporter for The Times of Israel, was why there has been a consistent history of world news media in opposition to what I see as the true story of Israel. “There’s some really, really good material written suggesting that this isn’t even a… Read more →
My rabbi mentioned this last week in synagogue. What does it mean to be spiritually competitive? You can pray longer, more fiercely, and adhere to the rules more than the next person? Your sleeves are longer, your hair more covered, your house more kosher? The notion of being more-more-more sort of cancels out the notion of spirituality, don’t you think?… Read more →
Right now, I am watching history unfold. An unbelievable coming-together of talent and power tonight at Madison Square Garden shows e power of relationships to change the world. The 12-12-12 concert for relief for Hurricane Sandy victims epitomizes the best of who we can be, as a nation and as people. I’ve seen Bruce live. But watching him now, singing… Read more →
I always said my passion was writing and if I could do anything at all, it would be to sit and write all day, every day. So imagine how perplexing it is that a simple goal of writing one hour each day is hard for me to accomplish. What’s that about? And then…five years ago, as the economy pendulum swung… Read more →