Rabbi Brian asks, “If you had magic pills, what would they do?”

An inconsequential moment of shame
The route the dogs and I take on our three-times-a-day,
Rabbi Brian asks, “If you had magic pills, what would they do?”
The route the dogs and I take on our three-times-a-day,
For my twenty-fifth birthday, January 8, 1995, I decide to
End of summer, 1994. A hot classroom on Hebrew Union’s downtown