No words. No words.
To offset our discomfort about our upcoming visit to the Terezín (in German: Theresienstadt) concentration camp/ghetto, Emmett and I fall into making dark jokes. Gallows
Has anyone seen my keys?!
Jane and the kids misplace keys. Not me. I don’t. I always return my key to the keyrack. That’s where they go. When the key
Rabbi Brian Doesn’t Understand
In the 18th century, in Hannipol, a small district of Khmelnytskyi Oblast, in present-day western Ukraine, there was a rabbi known as Reb Zusya. Zusya,
Travesty
I rewind the etymology podcast 15 seconds because I missed the details about the origin of the word travesty. I want to listen again—more closely—so
The Soup We Are In
Most of the time, even when we don’t really need to be rushing (and sometimes without realizing we are rushing) a really large percentage of
What We Pass Down
“I have the honor of sitting with the Rabbi,” Martin says as I find my seat at the reception to celebrate his granddaughter’s Bat Mitzvah.