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The Place Where
A trip back to my place of birth and home for a few decades leads to ruminations on home – what it has been for deep thinkers and poets, and what it is for me. Home is the place where, … Continue reading
Car Rentals and Incarnations
A delayed midnight arrival at Edmonton International is enlivened by a closed car-rental counter; the next day is enlivened by meeting a granddaughter for the first time. Why are you here? It’s midnight local time, or oh-two-hundred body … Continue reading
Hearts, Bears and Roses
An unexpected question about Valentine’s Day leads to the truth about relationships. When is Valentine’s Day this year? The retired air force colonel and I are herding cats — aka running a proposal — and have taken a mental-health … Continue reading
The Gift of Faith
Celebrating the 12 days of Christmas with short reflections on 12 gifts Whether we are Christian or not, this 1st day of Christmas is an ideal day to rejoice in the gift of faith: faith in a god, in a … Continue reading
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Inexhaustibly Optimistic
I smell it before I see it. The scent lures me along the downtown street, like a predator to a hidden watering hole. Reaching the corner, I locate my quarry. Continue reading
When We Go
Two exchanges overheard at the ballpark lead to some serious thinking about what my life means, now, at the end of it, and later. Continue reading
Whap!!
Whap!! He flinches and ducks, too late, in that useless but typical reflex after being hit without warning. What the hell? he wonders. Standing in the airplane aisle after the flight, waiting impatiently to be released, he had been worrying … Continue reading
It’s Blue. It’s Imported.
Sometimes, what we know changes how we look at things; sometimes how we look at things changes what we know. Continue reading
The First Day
Last January 1st, I wrote the piece that follows this introduction to try to quiet the noise in my head after my father’s death just a few weeks earlier. Last spring, writing after the death of his own father, Rabbi … Continue reading
