Stilton looked at Mrs. Downey…at the waiting grave and closed up the bag. He knew he had trespassed sacred ground and stepped away. Read More
I am grateful that our close encounters of the wild kind have ended well for both us and the animals. Read More
Where we can all commemorate Thanksgivukkah! Read More
The Hipster’s motives are still a mystery. The fear he instilled in our congregation remains… Read More
My aunt informed my mother that she had found the perfect girl for me, and that all other plans, if any, had to be eliminated. Read More
The Cabalist stood on the edge of his roof in new overalls and surveyed a sea of terracotta tiles. Just that week, in the storm, murky water had splattered their Sabbath tablecloth and stained its lovely white embroidered rosettes with black grime. Read More
I have not been inside our temple building for more than 18 months due to the pandemic. But the real story started when the Board decided that the congregation could no longer support the building… Read More
The narrative around poverty has commonly been one of “bootstraps”; the belief that anyone, with sufficient effort, can pull themselves out if only they tried hard enough, or that poverty is the inevitable result of poor choices. Read More
…when I’m in trouble, when the airplane unexpectedly coughs or rolls or dips, I am the first to recite the “shema” silently, urgently: “Hear O’ Israel, the Lord our God the Lord is One.” Read More
For now I will take one day at a time, continue my lockdown routine and take small steps each day. Read More
