Parenting, Judaism, and Other Crazy Journeys



America’s Foundation Stone

Today I visited a rock that's as close as one can get when looking for the foundation stone of the American enterprise. It's old, or at least as old as the British migration to North America: It lay here in... Continue Reading →

New Mexico’s Palette

"Equestrian Crossing," warned the large yellow signs on the Rio Grande Road. But though we did spot some horses as we drove by Albuquerque's old ranches, passing between adobe fences and iron-wrought gates, we mostly saw dozens upon dozens of... Continue Reading →

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 →

Narcissus’ Facebook account

Narcissus didn't fall in love with a reflection. He fell in love with his Facebook account. But he did lose himself in his beloved, and if we're not careful, it can happen to us too.

Yesterday’s comfort zone

Last week's battlegrounds became yesterday's comfort zone, and yesterday's comfort zone can be a prison in disguise.

Don’t say “depression” like it’s shamefull

"She....You know....Takes those pills." The woman lowered her voice, and her eyes skimmed the room nervously as she spoke. Her friend merely shook her head, uncomprehending. "What pills," she asked loudly, placing her mug back on the table. "I don't... Continue Reading →

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