I’ve signed up for a six week series of lecture sessions called “Understanding Antisemitism”, the goal of which is to bridge gaps in comprehension and awareness as well as build … Continue reading Resistance.
Tag: comfort
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Some years ago I landed a teaching job and felt like I’d finally arrived. Turns out I never really left the airport. Everyone has different definitions of success. What people … Continue reading 38.
Liminal space.
Yesterday my house smelled like apple cinnamon cake — the old recipe that I remember being very good before misplacing it and making do with the new recipe that isn’t … Continue reading Liminal space.
A soft place to land.
Today is the saddest day of the year. On the Jewish calendar, that is. It is Tisha B’Av, and to be honest, it’s a slightly obscure observance compared to more … Continue reading A soft place to land.
Impression.
People in your life will come and go. Sometimes they stay for a season; Sometimes a few. Sometimes they leave an impression On your life Like fingerprints left in wet … Continue reading Impression.
Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Or perhaps breakfast, local standard time. After two excruciating years, almost to the day, the 48 remaining hostages are set to be coming home. We are waiting, and praying, with … Continue reading Hope: it’s what’s for dinner?
Wild Geese.
A friend of mine recently shared this poem on her Facebook page, in the context of thinking about the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and the week in … Continue reading Wild Geese.
The last moments of summer.
Tonight, we are enjoying the last moments of summer. Tomorrow, a new school year begins. My daughter will be a first grader. I’ll be returning to teaching art and also … Continue reading The last moments of summer.
I am an Existential Beach.
Every so often, a weather front will blow in and there will be a whiff of ocean in the air. A salty breeze, subtle, probably unnoticeable to most people, but … Continue reading I am an Existential Beach.
Differently bad.
My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
