I always have trouble this time of year. We’re in the infamous ‘nine days’, Tisha b’Av is around the corner. I know it’s a time of mourning, and as a Jew with a long-eyed view of history, I know there’s plenty to mourn about. That’s not the problem. My temperament’s not the problem either. Melancholia Read more
I’m visiting Israel for the Jewish New Media Summit, and all the while, in the back of my mind, I’m asking myself: Could I move back here soon?
The wind returns
after scorching days of motionless air
He could be a holy man for all I know
The girl was already sitting at the bus stop when I seated myself beside her. Giving her a brief glance, I began searching in my bag for my bus card, which I like to have ready before the bus makes its appearance. With that little detail taken care of, I glanced at the girl again, Read more
The time when darkness
mingles with the light
will very soon be a speck of history,
Early Morning In Elul Villanelle The old woman sits at the Western Wall. Although she’s toothless and her eyes are dim, She sits and waits for the shofar’s call. Around her shoulders a white shawl, Her face sags, her expression grim, The old woman sits at the Western Wall. Across her hands gold bracelets fall, Read more
Just as no other place in the world has a heart like the heart of Jerusalem, no other Talmud teacher is quite like ours.
Jerusalem, no more do you cast your light.
No more a pinnacle of joy in men’s eyes,
Your days are drowned with night.
The Chofetz Chaim famously kept his suitcase by his door, in case Moshiach showed up and he’d have to jump on the boat to Israel.