I just ate my third slice of a cake that ended up on our counter despite my protestations that I’m off sugar. Which I am, or was, a little regimen I adopted from Purim until Pesach (Passover), or at least that was the idea,

We enter Purim tomorrow night in a moment of profound uncertainty, with the war unfolding in Iran heavy on our minds and hearts. Missiles are raining down on Tel Aviv; as I write one 40 year-old woman has died and others are injured. The

Yesterday I got on the wrong train. No, that’s not right at all. I got on the right train, only then it went to the airport, so it was the wrong train after all. As the inimitable Kathryn Shultz has written with wonder: the

I was all set to send out a sweet message of hope, of kindling light in the darkness, adding light to the world, all that good-vibes Chanukah stuff. But now, before the earth has rotated around enough for us to be kindling our first

This morning as I handed Eloise a plate of pancakes—because sometimes I actually do have my act together early and pancakes on school days can happen, and actually they were oladushki, which as all y’all from the FSU will know are cooked in oil

Somewhere between Mamdani and Mikie, between the government shutdown and canceled flights, a week of normal life went by. I ate more than my share of leftover Halloween candy, got Eloise off to school, served my weekly stint on a grand jury, and called

To watch the sermon, click here. When 20-year-old Agam Berger was released from captivity in January, she walked onto an Israeli military helicopter, and—like the other released hostages—was handed a small white board so she could write a message to the world. Cameras were

To watch the sermon, click here. A few months ago I received something wonderful and awful in the mail. It was a postcard, it was green, and it informed me that I was being summoned for jury duty. Not just any jury duty, mind