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Authored? Authorized? I’m thinking about having a co-author for this book I’m writing. However, I’ve not yet decided.   ***   Assuming you are holding

# Anti-racism *** If you’ve missed the recent _ROTB Saturday spiritualigious service gatherings_, we’ve been talking a bit about being an anti-racist. Catch up by

Disappointment   Kim, who bakes the artisanal matzah I annually send to friends throughout the US, tested COVID positive in the weeks before Passover, when

Forgive the Ninnies I’m little. Nine years old. Or six, maybe. I don’t remember. We’re at a rodeo. My sister, my mom, my dad. Why?

Dear God, I’ve not written for a while. I’d say, it’s because conceptualizing you as other, separate from me, doesn’t sit well with my mature

Attachment. Non. Merci.   We get attached to concrete objects—dishes, cell phones, cars, houses. We get attached to ideas—roles we play and maintaining this is

Today’s scheduled article — cleverly entitled, “Attachment. Non. Merci.” — starts with a story at the top of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. and then

“Estoy…um, how do you say ‘cold’?” Emmett asks. We are attempting a conversation in Spanish. “What are you trying to say?,” I inquire, as I

It is Yom Kippur — the holiest day of the Jewish years.  I’m in my backyard. In a tent.  Fasting.  Contemplating. It’s my practice.  

Teaching with Heart The score that the tenth graders get the first time they take something called the CAHSEE—a California-issued standardized test—determines the amount of

    Moments ago—this very evening—immediately after flipping up the switch for our bedroom lights, I thought, “That overhead light is too bright.”   Never

Learning to learn and learning to learn about love “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.” “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.” “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.” “Fist, Thumb, Fingers, Pinky.”

Seeing God — American Airline flight 1849 from CLT to PDX. There’s a man sitting in the seat across the aisle from me. He is

Name: Email:   The phrase “Time heals all wounds” is attributed to the Greek poet Menander (300 BCE). He was half right.  Time is a