Split decisions

d’Verse prosery “I never thought I’d see you again, Meir. Bissel1 of a schlep2 from LA.” “Tateh’s3 dying, Elisha.” “So?” “He asked me to come, Bruder4. He wants to see you.” “Takeh5? Just like that? Gut6, I’ll get Charlotte and the kinder7 – I’m sure he wants to…” “No, Elisha. Just you.” “They’re his grandchildren,… Continue reading Split decisions

The Jewish teddy bear

A dozen or so years ago, when I was living in Washington, DC, I had a good friend who taught me a lot about traditional Judaism. I had great fondness and admiration for him. Unlike me, he had been raised in an Orthodox Jewish family, observing Shabbat, keeping kosher, attending weekly prayer services with his… Continue reading The Jewish teddy bear

Almost 3 years since Papa’s death

This coming Saturday night, after sunset (when the Sabbath ends), will be the 3rd anniversary of Papa's death on the Hebrew calendar. I'll light a candle. I may recite a prayer alone at home. I'd wanted to go out on Sunday (the day of the Hebrew anniversary) to a café with my wife and daughter… Continue reading Almost 3 years since Papa’s death

Rejected by fellow landsmen?

No love from Israelis Like many other bloggers, I take time to search for like-minded writers on WordPress who share my interests. Obviously, I am interested in finding talented poets and creative writers, as well as bloggers who think critically about politics, religion, and various salient issues of our day. Also, as a Jew and… Continue reading Rejected by fellow landsmen?

The prime minister’s yarmulke

A non-political post about Israeli politics Naftali Bennett's yarmulke In writing about Israel's new government recently, I mentioned in passing that our new prime minister is the first one to wear a yarmulke in public all the time. Former PM Netanyahu wore a yarmulke at special events, but not daily. Upon taking office, PM Bennett… Continue reading The prime minister’s yarmulke

Three, or: More

My 2nd trimeric a self-aware poem may be one whose words and form are two lovers aching to become three to share their love one whose words and form are in harmony pierces swiftly the disconsolate soul two lovers aching to become happy again must heed one another's pain three to share their love penning… Continue reading Three, or: More

Why can’t I be secular?

I find secularism personally compelling I am a member of several Jewish online discussion forums for believers to engage in respectful conversations with those who have lost their faiths. The funny thing is that I fit neither of those two categories. You see, I'm not a believer, but I never gave upon Jewish religious practice… Continue reading Why can’t I be secular?