“How are you?” “It's complicated."   It’s my third year of teaching math full time. I’m early enough to get my favorite parking spot. I make my way to the copy-room slash teacher-break room on the second floor of the converted group home turned school. Phil, a...

Hope Hope It’s Thursday, late afternoon. I sit in my basement home office working on writing this newsletter. I’ve decided that I'm ok with the style of this newsletter being a little disjointed. I'm getting more comfortable with the genre of “pen-pal rabbi."  Through...