Maybe I haven’t figured out why I want to be a rabbi, and maybe I never will. But I think I’ve at least figured out why I want to be a rabbi. So here’s how that makes sense.
Another Father’s Day come and gone. I guess after forty, I feel the regrets I thought I could live with for the rest of my life with greater intensity as the rest of my life starts to arrive.
After almost four years, this Jewish blogger is saying good riddance to bad wireless Internet. Clear Wimax, I wish you had a momma for me to call and tell how you done me wrong for far too long.
Musing about Los Angeles distances recently, I was surprised to learn my mental yardstick had finally changed time zones.
This Thanksgiving, Ryan and I have a lot for which to be thankful. But we’re most grateful for having had the opportunity to give an elderly, withdrawn little black cat a home. And to love her.
For hundreds of friendships and acquaintances, readers near and far, the blessings of my skill set, a loving partner, and free WiFi at Metropolis, I’m thankful. It is, indeed, a very, very good life.
For the first time in 11 years, I made it most of the way to work before remembering. Baruch atah, Adonai…for life continuing on.
It took me eight years to finally visit Six Flags Great America. Imagine my surprise to find the Coney Island Cyclone sitting in the middle of the Chicago suburbs.
Today my blog turns seven years old. It’s not the first blog I’ve ever written–that was the About.com Brooklyn page back in the 1990s. But after seven years and 714 posts, it’s the one with the most staying power. And I’m grateful for your readership.
When I moved eight miles north from downtown Chicago, I traded in one spectacular high-rise view for another. Here’s a set of videos to show how living across from the Loop compares to living on the edge of Lake Michigan–in all its inland-sea glory.