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Parenting, Judaism, and Other Crazy Journeys

The Breathing House

We live on the third floor of a house that stands between two streets, between two seasons, between the blood red foliage and the blues and grays above. It's an old house. And it's alive. The floor tells a story.... Continue Reading →

Under the Oak

I passed under an enormous, ancient oak today. Its leaves, green and brown and yellow, rustled over a well kept lawn by a stately old house, and the grass was very green. And I thought, "How elegant." But I wouldn't... Continue Reading →

Of God and Forests

When I walk through the still forest, I hear silence. But within the silence plays the symphony of life. The light is a music only trees can hear, and transform, ray by ray and note by note, into their own... Continue Reading →

Squanto’s Russian Accent

When I came to pick up my kids from school yesterday, I caught the tail end of story hour in my daughter's preschool. Her teacher, who immigrated to Boston years ago, held a large picture book for the group's perusal.... Continue Reading →

The Luster of the Grapes

At the end of it all, my oldest son held my shoulders as I retched. “But you said they deserved it, Father,” he said later, after I shook his arms off and sank, shaking, to the ground. His words rang... Continue Reading →

A baby on a river

The sand is hot beneath my feet this winter, and a traveler told my father that the southern mountains knew no rain. Another bad year, people whisper. The water will run low again, they speculate. There won't be any harvests... Continue Reading →

The Color Red

My brother’s hair glows, reddish, in the starlight. "And then we can use-” His voice rises, and my mother leans forward. Her shoulders, her neck, her head - they all strain toward him, toward the vision roaring in his eyes.... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Sameness

I was born into a world that finished happening before me. "We chose wrong," my parents told me. "We sinned, and we were exiled. This is our world now." They lamented that other place they lost. They held on to... Continue Reading →

Bed Time Wisdom

My brother was dancing with pants on his head. My sister was jumping with a skirt there instead. My mommy kept saying "Can you p-l-e-a-s-e go to bed!" And I tried to tell her "I n-e-e-d to be fed." So... Continue Reading →

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