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  5:6 WHERE LOVE MEETS US   One day, after swearing me to secrecy, a friend, stammering and sheepish, admitted she was experimenting with wearing

  I know better.   I know better.
   But I made a mistake.   I wish I had known better at the time.  

Portland, Oregon  Winter, 2012   Emmett, age five, is in the backseat, and I’m driving.   We approach a red light, where there’s a man

Sometimes the pain is too much to feel—and that’s okay, too.   I’m in a quandary. Jane is weeping hard, her head pressed to my

The exercise of writing 40 articles a year helps with keeping me in practice. Practiced at writing. And also at forgiveness. Because it’s simply not

Right, Happy, or Kind?   My boy, my son—my beloved Emmett, is heading off to college in just six weeks. He’ll be going to Wesleyan

  As I approach our parked 2010 blue Subaru Forester, I hand the remote and key from my left hand to my right.  Hardly thinking

Beloved reader, a few weeks ago—and again last week—I asked you to compare the responses of two imaginary friends, Georgia and Clarence. In their first

Every time. Every time I go to the airport, I have a minor panic.  I don’t have my wallet! (It’s in my pocket.) My flight’s

A few weeks ago, I asked you to compare responses from two friends, Georgia and Clarence. Let’s revisit: One day, Georgia and Clarence invite me

Beloved, I’m sitting in my office, writing these very words that you are reading. As I don’t have a particular topic in mind, I’m just

I want to get away, but it feels rude—that whole workplace decorum thing. Still, I can’t shake the urge to leave. I want to go

Imagine that I have two friends, Georgia and Clarence. One day, they invite me to go jogging with them. At the meeting spot, Georgia beams,

“dad” “please” “sign me out” “for 4th period” The above series of texts pop onto my phone in immediate succession late Thursday afternoon as I

Download PDF (free) Rabbi Brian’s Notes About Mourning* – Simple Definitions – * Grief is the final stage of love. It is love with no