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“…I Don’t Want to Imagine a Life Bound in That Way…”

Betty Draper Months ago, I e-mailed a friend (let's call him Earl) about who-remembers-what. Earl is also a writer, and in addition, works in photography, film, and music. He is waiting for his Big Break, which actually looks to be fast arriving. Earl is secular, Jewish, American, just a shade older than I am, and currently lives in a large arts-producing city with his significant other, a talented and funny writer / model / actress we'll call Joy. I ha[...]



Mother Nature

Photo by: Avi Eisen Sukkot in Israel is a hiker and camper's festival. God wasn’t kidding when he asked people to walk to Jerusalem in Temple times on this holiday. I'm not sure if He cared about the ten young bulls, two rams, and 12 lambs (well-done). But I'm pretty sure He wanted people to walk the land in what constitutes autumn here, which is this: moderation (as opposed to colorful.) He made a damn fine Holy Land, too, and I'm guessing He wanted people to en[...]



To Do (Tomorrow): Have a Happy New Year

to-do-list The New Year's wishes fill my inbox (tomorrow, the Jewish Year 5770 begins…) and the apple crumble is cooling, but I'm not that ready, and I'm not that into it.



Falling back up

photo by: crash. It's not that the well has been dry; au contraire, my friends. I have simply fallen in. It's been more than a month (closer to two) since I've blogged. The reason can be distilled into one intense truth: I will never have more time than I have…right…NOW. (Or, as my brother likes to say, later is later.) …OK, two intense truths: Energy is finite (yes, even yours) and what[...]



God’s Top Ten: WWYHDTM?

top-10 I have always been a fan of the top ten list. I suppose it started with Casey Kasem's American Top 40 (Yes. I was around and not in nursery school at the time. OK?), the cleverest marketing device the pre-digital music world ever came up with. After which I graduated to Letterman, who used (uses?) the top ten list as a cool comedic framing device, which I enjoyed even more. Kids, this was all before Amazon's Listmania was even an executive web dream. Of course, t[...]



On Being Timeless

Illustration: Dali's Melting Clocks I have always been troubled by what my mother calls time management. I’m sure other people call it that, too, but I heard it first when I was twelve, trying to get ready for school but repeatedly getting sidetracked for reasons hair-related. “Boy, do you have a problem with managing time,” she would say. I had no idea what she meant, of course, because time, as I knew, [...]



The Other Mother’s Day

eight This past Friday was another kind of Mother's Day: The flip side, the dark side, the impossible side, the side that haunts every mother's quiet moments until she chases the demons away. Friday was the "yahrzeit," or anniversary of death, of Koby Mandell. You may remember Koby from the news, because the story is a hard one to forget. Koby was the 8th grader who, along with his friend, had cut school one beautiful day in May, 2001, as the second Intifada was heating up, [...]



Dust. Wind. Dude.

desert-storm-by-sandman There is a familiar pit in my stomach that tells me I must put something down on paper. So to speak. It's a pit that reminds me of other pits, that makes me 16 again, and 26, all the years joined by a common physiological sense of being carried by an idea or a feeling, literally hungry for something to write. Medical science will tell you that the pit is the work of the vagus nerve in my abdomen, which[...]



Turnpike Insomnia

photo by: bankbryan Being the only one awake life stands still; I am timeless with no company, no measuring stick of kitchen or toys. It’s now about whatever I can push into the empty closet of two a.m., in a house full of little (and one big) boys.



Suburban Worship

photo by: Dean Terry Our Lady of Compromise - at the Corner of Stability and Main - invites you to a Sisterhood Brunch in Honor of Everyone Being the Same.