An Exercise in Gratitude

The posture wasn’t comfortable to sustain. We were seated cross-legged, arms raised above our heads, hands clasped, forearms hugged close to our ears. It was the third rotation of being in this position for what felt like ten minutes but was probably more like three...

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Seems like it was just yesterday that I was clearing the plates from Yom Kippur’s break the fast and it’s already Thanksgiving. There’s always this frisson of apprehension when voicing aloud my gratitude for blessings given. A superstitious holdover...

Jewish Book Fair Returns!

Yay!  Each year as fall wends her way through town, the Jewish Book Fair is close upon her heels.  In the nearly  thirty years since we’ve lived here, Detroit’s Jewish Book Fair book (largest and oldest on the nation), has grown from a nine-day event to a...

Spending My Daylight Savings

Turning back the clock that one hour never ceases to thrill me. When else does it feel like we can cheat time? And although a recent article in the Wall Street Journal says DST has outlived its usefulness, turning the big hand back one number is a small but welcome...