Art gives us life, but it is not our life.
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
Reflections on community, from a Yom Kippur of inspiration and challenge.
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
An imagined glimpse into a barista's inner life. Because everyone needs someone with whom to drink coffee.
A Yom Kippur reflection on the yearning for Gd in the midst of running away from His people.
The dishes will wait, they will always be there. Just put down your phone, walk away from your screen and start creating.
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
The beauty of the Hebrew, the imposition of the commandment, and the laughter of the night, tie us together. I I forget everything; the picket lines, the ugly words, and the deep, searing, inner heartbreak of a people that have failed me.
Fear/Loss/Death/Prayer/Faith/Love. This is a small poem about big things.
