
Complaining
Two Thankfully-Ruined Gratitude Practices *** She ruined two gratitude practices.Two. One person.She ruined two gratitude practices I had enjoyed and heretofore had swore

Unlearning
The young, Soviet-raised, Gen Y—a group who would be reclassified outside relation to my cohort (Generation X) and instead be based on the calendar —

Good Enough. Mediocraties.
Ehh, good enough *** “Not cool, Doc,” my 25-year-old self, living in Los Angeles, attending rabbinical school, and falling in love with the woman

BAD MOOD
I’m in a horrible fucking mood. Deal with the cuss word. We are adults. The g.d. vending machine at the airport took the $10

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

Ninny
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
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.
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

Not Happening
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
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Seeking Forgiveness
“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

Broken Whole
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
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