I did not have a good run up to, or a good time during, the High Holidays. The rain and the mosquitoes made hanging out in a sukkah a lot less fun than it was supposed to be.
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
My thoughts on the worth of digesting the tremors of the world around us.
Here I am; cringing as I attempt to flip my perspective upside down. As I turn the self-criticism dial to the right, and wonder would it would look like to spend the last few moments of Elul thinking about love instead.
Throughout the Blues Brothers movie, Elwood keep repeating this line: We're on a mission from G-d.
My parents Abe and Sara wanted to be radical and change everything. But my rebellion was just being normal. Or at least, that’s what you would think if you saw me.
On charisma and the poetic lessons of A Wrinkle In Time.
