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Mistaken    I leave my cart near the lemons and limes and walk over to ponder Trader Joe’s robust selection of dried fruits—dried passion fruit

⅞ Time   “The challenge I’m putting before you is called ⅞ time,” I tell the Zoom screen containing the head and torso of the

I’m sorry. I hear you.   The child whose day it is to empty the dishwasher did so before going to school today. Hooray. (It

May. I have patience? Beloved, It’s May. Which is, pardon the bad pun, A-may-zing. The calendar seems to have flipped from March to May instantly.

A startling discovery about 2024—this year has 53 Mondays, not the standard 52. 2019: 52 Mondays2020: 52 Mondays2021: 52 Mondays2022: 52 Mondays2023: 52 Mondays2024: 53

A Story of Humanity   I’m the 30-year-old assistant rabbi of Temple Judea — a congregation of a few thousand in Tarzana, California.   It’s my

Friday night versus lies of spiritualigious patriarchy       Friday night. A set table. Shabbat Dinner.   The four of us at the living

Beloved reader, As has become a 2024 tradition, the first Monday of the month is written as a journal entry. Me directly addressing you. No

Doubts arise from an absence of surrender. —Ramana Maharshi There is more to life than increasing its speed. —Gandhi Two things fill the mind with

I’d call his performance lackluster, but *lackluster* is too high quality a word to describe such poor performance. *Meh* is the right sized word, but

CLICK FOR NOTICES ABOUT THE BOOK’S AVAILABILITY It’s the first newsletter of the month.   And, as I have been doing, I’m making this, the

CLICK FOR NOTICES ABOUT THE BOOK’S AVAILABILITY CLICK FOR NOTICES ABOUT THE BOOK’S AVAILABILITY Rabbi Brian’s Highly Unorthodox Gospel   A Modern Guide to  Compassion,

Filling the Time: Thawing the Rush for Efficiency As I put ice cubes from the freezer down the narrow neck of my favorite insulated water

This is the first newsletter of February, 2024. Hi. It’s me. rB. Rabbi Brian. Brian. The author of this newsletter. I’m addressing you directly, beloved

The art classroomLos Angeles Leadership Academy2012 “Alrighty then!” the petite woman at the front of the room bubbles out of her mouth with more than