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Published by admin on July 26, 2018

Hello friends, So, I want to give you another taste of my new style of writing. Pithy vignettes co-created w/ Bertha. I also want to let you know that I’ll be compiling around 50 of these saucy little items and compiling them into an ebook (and perhaps real book) to share with the world in…

Published by admin on April 10, 2018

Missing Glances

Most of us are content glancing— a mother holds her young daughter’s hand, crossing the street. Our mind registers— oh, a mom walks her young daughter across the street. We glance, but we do not see— how proud the little girl is skipping in her new cherry-red shoes, with the black buckle; her…

Published by admin on February 24, 2018

BAD FAITH

A la one of my favorite Frenchmen (viva la France!) after Camus, that is– Sartre discussed the notion of “bad faith.” What is bad faith? We were born into a world that already had a bunch of givens: how to behave how to live (though, ironically… not much of a manual for how…

Published by admin on February 10, 2018

Running to Stand Still

Those of you from the 80’s or earlier might know this song by U2. I relate– big time. My life can be characterized by never-ending movement. Florida. Ohio. Michigan. Georgia. Israel. New York. Connecticut. Georgia (again). Florida (again). California. And, now, Florida… again! I was studying Torah in yeshiva in Israel. I…

Published by admin on September 15, 2017

The Paradox of being “Somebody”

Life is confusing. At least, it can be. I think a major question is how we confront two “truths” which seem to be in conflict. Paradox. For example, on one hand, we have this desire to be “somebody.” Or, perhaps, more accurately, a desire not to be nobody (i.e., nothing). But we also have…

Published by admin on September 2, 2017

The Magic of the Open Road

I slept in my car on the top of a hill on the outskirts of Albuquerque last night. In my head, I was somewhat worried. The guy I met (and partied with) at Marble Brewery was cautioning me against it. Where does this fear come from? It’s like the phantom “boogie man” of my…

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