We are all products of the triumphs and foibles of our parents. Perhaps one difference is that while some of us try our hardest to forget, others of us work just as hard to keep our memories alive.
Hey. It’s 4:43 AM in Jerusalem. I just woke up crying, from the sweetest/saddest dream. I was holding you....
How passing along something as simple as a song —with love and intention— can change a life forever.
Noah’s brother and son in law each take one of Noah’s arms. If they were to let go even for a moment, he would fall into the open grave from sheer anguish.
As the first scoop of dirt hits his son’s casket, Noah drops to his knees and he moans, almost as a whisper —or an afterthought. The sound that passes from his lips is unearthly.
Everyone's heard about the assumed advantages of living a religious lifestyle. Following my native contrarian tendencies, this piece is a reflection on the pitfalls of being a "religious" person.
This is a poem about intergenerational memories; ones so powerful they are passed down through the DNA.
You get up at 6:15 AM to make it from Santa Monica to the Persian kosher market in the Pico...
Why I break out of my routine every year to immerse myself in the stories and wisdom of the people who have sacrificed for our country.
I want to pass along some answers to what I believe are a few of life’s most pressing questions. I hope they help make your life better than it already is.
