Dan Blacksberg kindly provides us food for thought and a soundtrack to take us into the new year.
To attend The Camping Trip for the second year in a row, but this time as performer--I felt like a ten year old girl with a bag full of jelly beans.
So many common pleasures and interests alienate me, but I love fireworks.
I spend the whole week living like a pinball; bouncing and ricocheting through life. By the week’s end, the last thing I need is someone telling me how to relax.
This time of year calls for reduced joy, but I can't stop listening to the classics.
The not-so-definitive guide for getting past your blocks and to what you really want to be doing
A new version of an ancient song from the Haggadah for your Pesach pleasure.
