Who does that?
This was the question my daughter placed on social media after learning that her sister’s husband had been attacked on a Washington, D.C. street within the shadow of the Capitol…
Not a Healing Heart, but a Broken One
It’s the High Holidays.
How am I feeling this year?
How about alone.
Betrayed.
Excluded.
Opening My Heart For Healing In So Many Ways
On the day of my open heart surgery, I walked by a statue of Jesus, another one of St. Francis and a wall-size photograph of the Pope. What did I expect? I am a Jew seeking life-saving heart surgery in a Catholic hospital.
See You On The Other Side
It started on my Shabbat walks to shul. The steep hill I climb became tougher and tougher. I’d reach the top of the hill and bend over to catch my breath. Sometimes it would be followed with a puff from my asthma rescue inhaler.
When The Dodgers Left Brooklyn
I was sitting in the rabbi’s office. We were interviewing for a feature story. He was Hasidic. He told me about his Brooklyn childhood, his family and his deep love…
“Fauda” on Yom Haatzmaut
Sometimes even the Torah doesn’t seem to bring all of us Jews together. Especially lately when we are divided by the sheer politics of the absurd. Some of us wear…
Back For Shabbat Dinner After A Year of Covid
This Friday night should be different. Yes, I know we have just finished asking why these nights are different from all other nights. For six close, dear friends, however, this…
Duxbury Football: Taking A Page from the Hitler Youth Playbook
“Rabbi,” “Dreidel,” and yes “Auschwitz” as football signals. These sound more like words used by the Hitler Youth for codes instead of a New England area high school football team…