Tu Sense
Tu B or not to be never asks the tree (of existential anxiety blissfully free) Not needing to be any creation other than itself (can the same be said for you or me?) Hark, and bark! let us learn from...
View ArticleStep Lively
Suddenly every step mattered, every minute move was registered. The daily drudge finally counted for something. Look! Don’t you see 8,116 in all its digital glory? I’m losing and gaining all at once...
View ArticleToys Are Us
They have hardly finished surveying aisle one, the ‘nothing’ aisle with bored (board!) games and long flat boxes for children who forgot how to play with toys, when Little Boy has a brainstorm...
View ArticleRush Hour
Remind me, somehow remind me, of the eighteen days ‘till when I, in spinning cyclone of summer have, again, emptied writhing soaked towel mass knotted in sand-slicked bathing gear into the machine,...
View ArticleRisin' to the Occasion
My dear friend Edith treats my challah like an esteemed, albeit mercurial, family member. She often tells me that she can taste the energy and love I pour into my baking...
View ArticleThe Stuff We Are Made Of - Lessons from the Ethics of Our Fathers
People are busy rifling through the—dare I say it—junk. I must run. Run before I become entangled in that huge mess of possessions, aptly called “gar(b)age sale.”
View ArticleInspiration, Anyone?
Don't you dare mistake this three dimensional work of art in progress for a heap of peculiar garbage. You chance to deeply offend its architect...
View ArticleErasing Dark Circles
i might drag my feet for a minute -- or month because these things are big, you know and who can say what crossing over feels or looks like
View ArticleI’ve Bin Recycling
Being as I don’t want to be assigned to the loony bin, my shout is carefully manufactured—existing in dimensions no greater than two feet long and two feet wide. The Carefully Manufactured Shout is...
View ArticleSitting on the Keys - A Passover insight
This cloud I sense does not speak, it only weeps. This cloud is enormous and has been shedding every Jewish tear from the beginning of time . . .
View ArticleA Moving Story
I need to throw out more stuff. Tug of heartstrings. What if my children want to see my doodles from Grade Eight? More importantly, what if I want to see their doodles from age two? There are no easy...
View ArticleThe Toddler Upgrade
Who in their right mind would opt for the toddler upgrade? I wonder aloud. To which the travel agent smugly replies: Do you have a child under the age of two and a half? I answer affirmatively. Then...
View ArticleA Divine Sign
She has a sign on her wall, much like The Writing on Wall saying (as she’s praying): This too shall pass
View ArticleThe Glamorous Giver and the Disheveled Do-Gooder
At times, sharing opportunities may appear at our doorstep, neatly wrapped with a shining bow. At other times, the gift is hurled through an open window, perhaps during a thunderstorm at 3:00 AM....
View ArticleThe Reborn Teacher
She tried to chalk it up to a lesson in humility—one she was certain to remember. Occasionally, a twinge in the heart would remind: but . . . had she not once been a born teacher?
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